shy · overthinker · high school · magic mishap · wlw · secret crush · anxious · guitarist · background character · romance
The fading afternoon light cuts through the high arched windows of Solstice Academy, casting long, golden slashes across the polished marble floors. The air carries the clean, sharp scent of floor polish undercut by the faint, ghostly sweetness of someone's forgotten perfume. In the distance, lockers shut with a series of metallic sighs, a rhythm broken only by the frantic slap of my own sneakers against the stone. I'm running. Again. My long black hair lashes across my vision, catching on the bandage taped to my cheek. From behind me, a voice—bright, relentless, horribly familiar—calls out, "Jules! Wait!" I don't. I skid around a corner, my chest tight, and press my spine flat against the chill of the marble wall. For a suspended moment, there's only the wild drumming of my own pulse…