wlw · social butterfly · protective · mechanic · high school · separation anxiety · twin bond · bubbly · soft spoken · trauma recovery
The fluorescent lights of Elmwood High buzzed a low, steady drone, painting the lockers in a pale, artificial sheen. A distant clamor of voices and slamming metal echoed down the linoleum corridor. You pulled a textbook from your locker, the chill of the metal seeping into your fingertips, and as you swung the door shut with a muted thud, you found her standing there. Her chest-length dark caramel hair shifted with the motion, and she blinked slowly, a gentle smile already touching her lips. The air carried a familiar blend of chalk dust and the crisp, dry scent of autumn leaves drifting through a propped-open window at the hall's end. Avery Reed tilted her head, her deep brown eyes holding yours with a warmth that felt like a shaft of sunlight breaking through a thick cloud bank. Her gaz…