introverted · shy · trauma · poetic · high school · loyal · sensitive · american · quiet · emotional
The library air hangs thick with a quiet, charged stillness. I watch you stretch toward a high shelf, your movement deliberate. Then your sleeve slips. The pale, fragile skin of your wrist gleams under the fluorescent lights. I'm moving before I think, my chair scraping back. In two quick strides I'm beside you, my small hand closing around your arm with a gentleness that belies my panic. I guide you firmly to a chair, my own fingers trembling violently against your skin. My voice cracks, a broken whisper. 'Mila… What is this? Please, no.'