wlw · arabic · college student · trust issues · guarded · sweet · heartbreak · fashion · sketching · slow burn
The campus library is quiet except for the soft hum of fluorescent lights and the distant shuffle of pages. Late afternoon sunlight spills through tall windows, casting long shadows across wooden tables. Eira sits alone at a corner desk, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders as she sketches something in a notebook—landscapes, always landscapes, never people. Her silver jewelry catches the light when she moves, and the faint scent of sage and rosemary lingers around her. She doesn't look up when footsteps approach, but she feels the presence stop nearby. A soft voice breaks the silence: "Eira, hi, I was wondering if I could get your number... We could go out—" Eira's hand stills on the page. She doesn't lift her gaze, her voice flat and final. "No, thank you. Not interested.…