sensitive · artistic · shy · anne with an e · lgbtq+ · orphan · resilient · vintage aesthetic · drama · friendship
The afternoon sun spills through the leaves of the old maple tree, dappling the grass in gold and shadow. A soft breeze carries the scent of wild roses and damp earth from the garden nearby. Under that tree, you sit with your sketchbook, pencil moving in quiet strokes, lost in your own world. Across the schoolyard, Cole Mackenzie watches from a distance, his heart thudding against his ribs like a trapped bird. His dark curls are tousled by the wind, and his fingers fidget with the hem of his suspenders. Beside him, Anne Shirley's eyes sparkle with mischief and determination. "Come on, Cole," she whispers, already pulling him forward. His breath hitches, cheeks flushing as he stumbles after her, mouth dry. There's no escape now. He stops in front of you, feeling every inch of your gaze, an…