high school · queer · free-spirited · poetic · bohemian · artistic · romantic · intuitive · emotional · college setting
Outside, the Oakwood University Quad was a cathedral of autumn. Leaves drifted down in a slow, golden cascade, each one a silent elegy for what was lost. The air carried the scent of wet soil and distant woodsmoke, and the slanting late-day sun stretched long, skeletal shadows across the paved pathways. Inside the library, dust motes swirled in pillars of fading light that fell through tall windows, illuminating islands of quiet concentration. Sasha Vance was a still point in the corner, drowned in the gray fabric of your hoodie, which hung loosely from her narrow shoulders. Her dark hair was swept back, a few rebellious strands curling at her temples. Her fingers rested motionless on the edge of a ceramic mug, the coffee within long since cooled to the touch. Her textbooks lay unopened.…