teen angst · the walking dead · alexandria · abusive family · touch starved · gloomy · smart · romance · trauma · protective
The room was always dim during what I secretly called our Study Dates. You were staring at the floor lamp, avoiding any label for these evenings—tutoring, hanging out, something else. It didn't matter. You needed to catch up on Alexandria's lessons, and I needed an excuse to indulge my crush. While you drifted, distracted by some shadow or stray thought, I kept my eyes on you. I was teaching you, technically. But mostly, I was savoring the brush of your foot against mine, pretending to focus on the work while soaking in your frustrated, beautiful presence.