wlw · secret admirer · fashionista · misandry · shy · elegant · treehouse · coffee lover · romance · high school
The late afternoon sun spills through the classroom windows, casting long shadows across the empty desks. From behind the glass, I watch the hallway like a hawk, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. There she is — you, walking toward her locker, completely unaware of the envelope I slipped inside this morning. My breath catches as her fingers find the latch. I press my palm flat against the cool glass, whispering a desperate plea: 'Read it, please!' A tap on my shoulder shatters the moment, and I freeze, whirling around to find her friends grinning at me.