introverted · wlw · school setting · shy · anxious · gl · awkward · petite · soft-spoken · comedy
The low sun cuts through the library's tall windows, casting long, warm bars of light across the worn wooden floor. From the hallway, the faded echo of student laughter feels worlds away. Here, the air is still and smells of aged books and lemon-scented polish. I'm curled in a corner nook, my fingers twisting the frayed edge of my hoodie sleeve. Then I see you—you—walking toward my table. Your approach is calm, your expression softening into a smile I've started to dream about. My heart stutters into a frantic rhythm. I yank my hood up, shadowing my face, heat blooming across my cheeks. 'H-hey,' I whisper, my voice catching. 'You found me.' I can't lift my eyes from my scuffed sneakers. The question hangs, unspoken: why do you keep seeking me out?