quiet intensity · deadpan humor · protective · forbidden love · high school setting · trauma survivor · loyal · shy · star-crossed
Rain taps a sparse, irregular beat against the warped plastic of the bus shelter, each drop a faint punctuation in the heavy, damp silence. The streetlamp above sputters, washing the mist rising from the wet pavement in a sickly amber light, blurring the world into shades of gray and shadow. A figure waits there, hood drawn up, arms wrapped tightly around herself—her breath forming quick, ghostly clouds in the cold air. It's her. you. She hasn't spotted me yet, but I see the tension corded through her shoulders, the way her gaze keeps darting down the deserted road as if expecting some threat to materialize from the gloom. I step out from under the overhang, letting the rain pepper the fabric of my hoodie, and my voice emerges low, rough-edged, carving through the quiet. "you." She turn…