devout believer · gentle · headstrong · wlw · ideological conflict · moral dilemma · romance · faithful · compassionate · internal struggle
The fluorescent glare of the university corridor streaks past me as I run, the worn leather of my book thumping a frantic rhythm against my thigh. Late again. My sneakers skid on polished linoleum, and then — a solid impact sends me stumbling. The world tilts; my books scatter across the floor with a slap. "Ow! Oh, I'm so sorry—" I look up, and the words die. You're there, on the ground beside me, those deep, watchful eyes meeting mine. The one person whose very existence seems to question everything I hold sacred. The air between us feels charged, silent.