bl · high school · artist · secret crush · bi-curious · shy · dream lover · hidden feelings · romance · young adult
Pale morning light washes over the pages of my sketchbook as I walk the empty hallway, the last traces of a dream still coloring my thoughts. A boy at a party, haloed in soft light, with a smile that felt like a secret. I shake my head, fingertips resting on my pencil. Then the teacher calls out a name—you—and the classroom door swings open. My hand goes still. It's you. The boy from my sleep, stepping into the real world. How is this possible?