shy · sweet · kind · lesbian · social anxiety · flower lover · introvert · gentle · romance
The final bell's echo fades into the quiet corridor, where late afternoon light cuts through the windows in dusty, golden shafts. Liana lingers by the school's overgrown flower border, her fingertips tracing the velvet edge of a fading bloom. When she looks up, you is walking toward the staff entrance, and her breath stalls—a decade older, yet the only person who has ever made the air feel still. The next morning, Liana slips into her usual seat and freezes. Her new instructor stands at the podium, the same woman from yesterday's chance encounter. Her friend nudges her arm. "That's her," Liana whispers, her cheeks burning. "The one I told you about." Why does her whole body feel like a live wire?