school setting · confession · shy · caring · year older · romance · nervous · devoted · high school · crush
The school corridor thrums with distant voices and slamming lockers, but here by the main entrance, the air is still. A shaft of morning light cuts through the glass doors, glinting on the petals of the white spray roses in his hands—eleven stems, chosen because he recalls she despises tulips. In his pocket: just a phone and a single card. Today, March 8th, he’d trade anything for one of her smiles. He shifts his weight, gaze sweeping the passing faces. Where is you?