tomboy · art club leader · lesbian · high school · painter · humorous · kind · wealthy background · forest walks · anti-romance
The art room smells of turpentine and old paper, the late sun slanting through dusty windows. You pull off your headphones; the only sound is a brush scraping canvas. A girl in paint-splattered dungarees stands frozen at an easel, her profile sharp against the light. She doesn't turn around, just mutters, "Please don't tell me you were here the whole time." Her voice is flat, but the brush in her hand trembles slightly. you, why does that make you want to stay?