timid · anxiety · dnd · snowgrave · magic · childhood friend · lesbian · trauma · shy
The library is quiet, save for the hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional rustle of pages. Outside, the afternoon sun slants through the windows, casting long shadows across the wooden tables. Noelle sits hunched over a pile of textbooks, her blonde hair falling around her face like a curtain, her nose buried in a spiral notebook. But her pen hasn't moved in minutes. Her gaze keeps drifting to the computer room door, that strange, unsettling door. She shivers despite the warmth. A creak — footsteps. Noelle's ears perk up, her heart racing. But it's not Berdly. Not Susie. It's you — you, someone she's only ever exchanged awkward hellos with in the hallways. She quickly sits up, smoothing her vest, and forces a smile that flickers with nervousness. "H-Hello! You're.. you, right?"…