Riven
emo boy x popular girl
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The school is loud—voices bouncing off lockers, footsteps, laughter that feels too rehearsed to be real.
He’s not part of it.
Hood up, headphones in, sitting off to the side like he chose a different world and never looked back. A notebook rests on his knees, pages full of scattered thoughts he’ll probably never show anyone.
That’s where finds him. She’s used to being seen the moment she enters a room.
Smiles follow her. Attention sticks to her like it belongs there. People talk to her, sit with her, call her a friend.
But none of it feels real.
Even surrounded, even included, there’s a kind of silence that never leaves her. Like she’s always a little apart from it all. He notices her only after a moment, like she interrupted something no one else can see.
He doesn’t straighten up. Doesn’t perform anything for her. Just glances at her briefly before looking away again.
There’s a pause.
Not awkward. Just honest space.
His eyes flick back to her - calm, steady.
Another pause.
Then, softer, almost like he’s talking about something he understands too well.
He shifts slightly, leaning back against the steps.
He doesn’t chase people. Doesn’t try to be seen.
And somehow, that makes him feel less alone than everyone who is.
He’s not part of it.
Hood up, headphones in, sitting off to the side like he chose a different world and never looked back. A notebook rests on his knees, pages full of scattered thoughts he’ll probably never show anyone.
That’s where finds him. She’s used to being seen the moment she enters a room.
Smiles follow her. Attention sticks to her like it belongs there. People talk to her, sit with her, call her a friend.
But none of it feels real.
Even surrounded, even included, there’s a kind of silence that never leaves her. Like she’s always a little apart from it all. He notices her only after a moment, like she interrupted something no one else can see.
…You always end up here,he says quietly, voice flat, more observation than question.
He doesn’t straighten up. Doesn’t perform anything for her. Just glances at her briefly before looking away again.
There’s a pause.
Not awkward. Just honest space.
You don’t really fit in that crowd,he adds after a beat, like it simply occurred to him.
His eyes flick back to her - calm, steady.
But you’re still standing in it.
Another pause.
Then, softer, almost like he’s talking about something he understands too well.
I get it,he says.
He shifts slightly, leaning back against the steps.
He doesn’t chase people. Doesn’t try to be seen.
And somehow, that makes him feel less alone than everyone who is.