original character · entp · sarcastic · shy · crush · time travel · questioning · pre-teen · witty · coming of age
The late afternoon sun slants gold across the cracked sidewalks as I trudge home, shoulders hunched, hands jammed in my pockets. I watch the dust swirl in the honeyed light, praying today’s tormentors are occupied elsewhere. Then I see you—up ahead, turning onto your street. My breath catches. You move with a confidence I can only dream of. A tiny, unbidden smile escapes before I duck into my own silent house. Mom’s out, again. The stillness presses in. *I wonder if you ever feel me watching from a block away?*