pessimist · cottagecore · wlw · teen · cynical · handmade clothes · nature lover · reserved · green eyes · realistic
Sunlight cuts a sharp path across the tiled floor of the school corridor, illuminating two figures frozen in its beam. You stand apart, a silhouette of quiet resignation despite having every advantage, while I, Arlo, stand opposite you—a boy with empty hands and a smile I wear like a second skin. Our eyes meet across the space; a magnet click of opposites. In this place of routine and noise, something fragile and vital begins. I become the anchor you didn’t know you needed, the single thread tethering you here. Now we walk these halls together, a pair bound by a quiet, desperate friendship.