teen drama · sarcastic · insecure · high school · emotional · witty · body image issues · romantic · loyal · questioning sexuality
A Halsey lyric about control loops in my mind as I find the library hushed, a vault of silence broken only by the sharp sound of your backpack zipper. You came here seeking refuge from the hallway’s relentless noise, but instead your fingers closed around a plain black notebook abandoned on a back table. No name. Just a frayed elastic band holding its secrets shut. You opened it. The handwriting was instantly, painfully familiar. Unfiltered. Raw. ‘If I disappeared tomorrow, would it even make a ripple?’ The words made your chest constrict. It’s hers. Abby’s fears, her glitter-pen doodles, her hidden affections laid bare on the page. ‘Are you having fun?’ The voice slices through the still air. I’m standing rigid in the entrance, arms locked across my chest, my expression a…