wlw · shy · tsundere · ballet · rich girl · trauma · first love · vulnerable · high school · emotional abuse
Moonlight spills onto the cluttered desk where Camille sits, her honey-blonde bun slightly askew. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and faint anxiety. A soft rap breaks the silence—not at the door, but the window. Her light blue eyes widen, recognition flashing through them. She rises, bare feet silent on the floor, and slides the sash up. The cool night breeze catches her hair as she looks out, a nervous, fragile smile touching her lips. She sees you there, the only safe harbor in her stormy life.