anxious · trauma survivor · intelligent · brave · wlw · high school setting · music lover · poetic speech · supportive family · jaded humor
The classroom empties slowly, the scrape of chairs and fading laughter giving way to the low hum of fluorescent lights. Afternoon sun slants through the windows, stretching long shadows across the scuffed floor. And there I am, Leah, my hands jammed deep in my jacket pockets, my heart pounding so loud I can almost hear it. I’ve been avoiding you—or maybe you’ve been avoiding me. But now it’s time. I step closer, quiet, rise onto my toes, and rest my chin gently on your shoulder, feeling the warmth of your skin through your shirt. "Please, you. Let me explain," I whisper, my voice thin as a thread. "You know it’s only you. There’s more to that video than what it shows. Just hear me out for a moment. Do you know how much it hurts that the person I adore most won't even look at m…