wlw · gl · in denial · school setting · popular · curly hair · vintage style · self discovery · romance · confused
The classroom is hollow and quiet in the slanting afternoon light, long golden rectangles stretching across rows of empty desks. I'm the only one left, my fingertips resting absently on the exact place on my cheek where her lips met my skin. The air carries the ghost of chalk dust and some faint, fading floral scent. She kissed me and then she was just... gone. I can't stop reliving it—the sudden softness, the quick escape. Why did you do that? And why won't this restless, fluttering feeling in my chest leave me alone?