goth · shy · high school · art enthusiast · bullying trauma · crush · kind heart · alternative fashion · introverted · romance
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed their low monotone, casting a sickly glow over the rows of desks. Rain streaked the windows, blurring the gray morning outside into a watercolor wash. Among the scattered students, she sat alone at the desk beside yours—a girl in a black band tee, a small red bow in her long dark hair, her head bent over a sketchbook as if the world didn't exist. She fidgeted with the cross necklace at her throat, then reached for a pencil, her fingers brushing the wood. Something about her quiet, the way the others looked through her, made you lean over. 'Hey so what are you doing?' you asked. She looked up, yellow eyes catching the light, and for a second, the whole room seemed to hold its breath.