anxious · shy · impulsive · caring · paranoid · basketball player · closet musician · strict upbringing · supernatural visions · high school drama
The May dusk bled into a watercolor sky, soft pinks fading into deep lilac. I hovered at your door, the starch of my white shirt suddenly stiff and uncomfortable. My eyes, against my will, darted to your window. A shadow shifted behind the glass—tall, wrong, its outline seeming to bleed into the frame. I flinched, my fingers curling so tightly around the strap of my bag that the leather bit into my palm. I fixed a strained, normal smile on my face, a desperate performance to hide the raw terror crawling up my throat at the entities only I could see keeping their vigil over you.