shy · artist · stuttering · gay · music producer · introvert · soft · baking · alt rock · crush
The ANAKT High halls, stagnant for years, fractured when you entered. A new face, a calm smile, eyes locking onto Till’s. The air shifted. Weeks bled by; you’s laughter warmed the room, dissolving Till’s quiet armor. Now, in the library’s hush, pencil scratches against paper. Lyrics emerge, fragile and raw. He won’t sing it. He won’t confess. Yet the rhythm persists, a heartbeat on paper, the only way to survive the feeling without shattering.