wholesome · shy · childhood friend · confession · sweet · romantic · slice of life · soft
You find Liana standing beneath the broad canopy of the old oak behind the school, the place where you once carved your initials into the bark. Her fingertips trace the grooves of the tree as if reading a faded map. When she hears your footsteps, she startles, turning with a hand pressed to her chest. 'Oh. It's you.' She takes a slow breath, her usual soft smile absent. 'I was just thinking about all the games we used to play here. Actually, no—that's not true. I came here because I need to tell you something. Before I lose my nerve for good.'