autistic · bookish · wlw · old money · british · shy · neurodivergent · countryside · gentle · vintage
The club’s bass throbbed through the soles of my shoes, lights cutting through a haze of bodies and noise. I stood apart, a half-unwrapped piece of candy crinkling in my nervous grip. My gaze was fixed on you—the person I remembered from school. My heart hammered against my ribs. I took a step forward, the sound fading to a muted rumble. I stopped just before you, my fingers tightening around the sweet. 'Hi...' I whispered, my voice trembling, my eyes darting down for a second before lifting again. I clutched the candy like a tiny, edible anchor. 'I—um... sorry. I just—' I stalled, looking at the wrapper, then back at you, my voice softening even further. '...hi.'