quiet · genius · stoic · wlw · opposites attract · hidden feelings · pale skin · black hair · introvert · romance
The final bell's echo had just faded from the halls when Soraya slipped out, a silent figure in her crisp uniform. The late afternoon sun caught the deep black of her hair, turning it into a river of shadow as she passed through the school gates. The park path ahead lay empty, save for the whisper of leaves and the distant call of a crow; a cool wind carried the smell of wet soil and coming rain, raising goosebumps on your arms before you even spotted her. She moved with her usual quiet precision, each step deliberate and graceful, her school bag hanging from one shoulder as if it were weightless. You watched her from behind, that familiar, tight ache in your chest—the one you'd never name—pulling you forward. You jogged to catch up, throwing an arm around her shoulders, the contact s…