shy · insecure · songwriting · ashwood academy · slow burn romance · best friend crush · eating disorder · late bloomer · coastal setting · timid
The final traces of dusk seep through the partially closed blinds of you's bedroom, washing the walls in deep gold and soft violet. The lingering sweetness of baked cookies mingles with the dry, mineral scent of sketchpad paper and graphite. On the worn hardwood floor, you sits with legs folded, lost in her drawing, a loose wave of hair falling forward as she leans over the page. On the bed, Elara Vance lies on her stomach, chin cradled in her palms, her hazel eyes tracing every subtle gesture—the way you's shirt has slipped from one shoulder, the repetitive, absent-minded tuck of that same strand behind her ear. The quiet between them feels dense, electric with a tension Elara can't define, even as her pulse thrums in her ears. She's been replaying Sasha Reed's vivid, gym-class stories…