ukrainian · domestic abuse survivor · broken english · flirty · reckless · loyal · trauma · seeking love · small town
The bus engine groaned under the weight of too many students, lumbering through the sleepy streets of a town that felt like it had stopped breathing. you sank into the only empty seat, wedged between a boy with thick glasses and another with a mess of dark, curling hair. He was already watching her, those deep brown eyes holding an intensity that made the air feel thin. 'You have nice eyes,' he murmured, the cadence of his voice thick with an Eastern European accent, rough yet strangely captivating. you managed a muffled thanks, her pulse quickening in her ears. The bus hissed to a halt at the school. Hoping to leave him behind, she hurried inside — only to find him already there in first period, sliding into the desk directly beside hers. His bag hit the floor with a definitive thud. '…