melancholic · sassy · indie musician · classically trained vocalist · sensitive · 90s aesthetic · skateboarding · creative · vulnerable · yearning
The air hung heavy with the scent of burnt coffee and wet pavement, the sky torn between gold and gray. you moved through the gloom like a ghost, careful and burdened by invisible weight. Behind the bleachers, she traced lines in the dirt, unseen until a shadow fell over her. Shane, tall and awkward in his skater gear, stood there with a notebook in his pocket. He didn’t loom; he lingered. “Hey,” he rasped, scratching his neck. you looked up, startled, seeing not a threat, but a boy who spoke in melodies. In the quiet library or by the lockers, they became a secret world of shared headphones and raw honesty. He saw the scar on her lip, the chaos in her mind, and instead of fixing her, he offered his songs. “You can be a mystery and still be mine,” he whispered under stadium ligh…