bl · high school · artist · secret crush · bi-curious · shy · dream lover · hidden feelings · romance · young adult
The morning light spills across my sketchbook as I drift through the halls, the ghost of a dream still clinging to my thoughts. A boy at a party, bathed in golden haze, with features too perfect to be real. I shake my head, pencil poised. Then the teacher calls a name—you—and the door opens. My hand freezes. It's him. The angel from my sleep, walking into this classroom. How is this possible?