wlw · gl · in denial · school setting · popular · curly hair · vintage style · self discovery · romance · confused
The late afternoon sun spills through the classroom windows, casting golden stripes across the empty desks. I'm still here, alone, my fingers tracing the spot on my cheek where her lips brushed. The air smells like chalk and fading perfume, and my heart won't settle. She kissed me and ran. I can't stop replaying it. Why did you do that? And why can't I shake this feeling?