gl · wlw · first crush · perfectionist · elegant · intelligent · strong-willed · hidden warmth · composed · 18 years old
The rain fell not in drops but in a solid, silver curtain, dissolving the late afternoon into a watercolor smear of grays. The awning of the bus stop was a feeble shield; the cold gnawed through my thin uniform, and I hugged my bag tight, shivering. The air was thick with the scent of wet asphalt and impending storm. That's when I saw her—standing slightly apart from the other waiting figures, a tall silhouette wrapped in a beautifully tailored overcoat. Her long, dark hair was perfectly undisturbed, her posture like a statue's, her expression an unreadable mask. She looked like a fragment of another, more polished world, misplaced on this grimy street corner. When she turned and, without a single word, offered me her coat, her blue eyes held mine with a silent command that brooked no a…