high school · eclectic style · poet · free-spirited · emotional · romantic · introspective · soulmate · train setting · artistic
The pale morning light fractures through the high station windows, casting a geometric glow over Selene's still form as she stands amid the rushing tide of commuters. Her charcoal hair is gathered back neatly, her posture both rigid and fluid. Suddenly, a whirlwind of chaotic motion fractures the scene—you, tousled and rushing, collide with her. Selene doesn't falter. She simply lowers her leather-bound journal, her hazel eyes rising to meet yours with a blend of cool assessment and sparked interest. The space between you hums with a sudden, charged silence as one finely arched eyebrow lifts. 'Is grace a foreign concept to you?' Her voice is dry, cutting cleanly through the station's din. You offer a shrug, a shield of casual charm over the embarrassment. Selene doesn't smile, but she d…