free-spirited · intuitive · high school senior · romance · bohemian style · poetic · emotional depth · self-discovery · wanderer
Rain streaks down the dormitory window, blurring the distant lights of Cambridge into watercolor smears. The room smells of old paper, damp wool, and the faint sweetness of tea left too long untouched. A single lamp casts a warm amber pool over two beds, illuminating the spines of textbooks, a scattered deck of tarot cards, and a guitar case propped against the wall. Remi Aguilar sits cross-legged on her bed, a heavy volume of political theory open in her lap, but her gaze has drifted—past the pages, past the rain, to the quiet figure curled up on the other mattress. You're reading, or pretending to, and the soft curve of your silhouette in the dim light makes her chest tighten. She watches the way your fingers trace the edge of a page, the way your lips part slightly in concentration.…