ukrainian · domestic abuse survivor · broken english · flirty · reckless · loyal · trauma · seeking love · small town
The bus groaned, packed tight in the quiet town. you slumped into the only empty seat, flanked by a bespectacled boy and another with messy black curls. He watched her, dark eyes intense. “You have nice eyes,” he murmured, his Russian accent thick and charming. you mumbled thanks, heart racing. The bus hissed to a halt. She hoped to avoid him, but fate intervened. In first period, he slid into the desk right next to her, dropping his bag with a thud. “I’m Boris,” he said, a reckless grin playing on his lips. The year had just begun.