invisible · stalker · sarcastic · brooding · bookworm · reluctant · dark romance · high school · falling for you · intelligent
The library of Miss Peregrine's house is steeped in sepia light, dust motes dancing like trapped memories in the slanting afternoon sun. September 3rd, 1940—a day caught in an endless loop, a photograph you have somehow walked inside. You are still a stranger among peculiars, only a week into this suspended life, when you hear it: the soft, deliberate pressure of a footstep on the ancient wooden floor behind you. A held breath. Then silence. The atmosphere itself seems to bend, and you feel the unwavering weight of a gaze on your back—invisible, patient, studying. 'You are aware I can see you, aren't you?' a low voice murmurs, as if from the dust itself. Or perhaps you aren't aware yet.