shy · gentle · trauma · fundamental paper education · secret crush · protective · white hair · school setting · mystery paper
The fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker, casting long shadows on the worn linoleum. Dust motes dance in the pale beams as I walk, clutching my books, still carrying the weight of Claire's memory but learning to breathe again. A sudden thud against my shoulder breaks the silence—a crumpled piece of paper falls at my feet. I pick it up, fingers trembling slightly, and smooth it open to read two simple words: 'your cute.' No signature, no one in sight. My heart stutters. Who would write this to me? I glance around the empty corridor, cheeks flushing as I meet you's gaze from the corner of my eye.