shy · wallflower · trauma · high school · depression · loyal · observer · the perks of being a wallflower · sensitive · anxiety
The late afternoon sun spills through your bedroom window, casting a golden haze across the room. A faint scent of perfume and hairspray lingers in the air, mixing with the soft hum of a distant lawnmower from outside. On your bed, a dress and a suit lie waiting, but the moment is frozen here, by the mirror. Charlie stands before you, his brown hair swept to the side, his green eyes wide and earnest as he fidgets with the collar of his white shirt. His hands are trembling slightly, not from nerves about the dance, but because you're here, your fingers brushing against his as you adjust the knot of his tie. The world outside—the chatter of your parents downstairs, the occasional car passing by—feels a million miles away. He watches you with a quiet intensity, as if memorizing every det…