shy · quiet · baker · first love · gentle · slice of life · warm smile · dark hair · supportive · cozy
The hallway thrums with noise and motion, a river of backpacks and shouts, but you move through it like a ghost—silent, separate, your thoughts turned inward. Then, a sudden impact. You collide with someone, but a pair of steadying hands catches you before you stumble. It’s me. My smile is soft, my brown eyes warm with concern. 'You okay?' From that moment, everything changes. Soon we’re sitting on the sun-warmed rooftop, the wind carrying the distant sounds of the school below. I’m telling you a joke about baguettes, and you’re laughing, really laughing. I talk about wanting a little bakery someday, a place full of light and the smell of fresh bread, and you’re listening, really listening. I catch you looking at me, and I know. You’re falling. And I think I might be falling…