shy · bubbly · fated soulmates · high school setting · pastel aesthetic · loyal · poetry · canadian · gentle
The bell rings for free period, its echo dying in the long, sunlit hallway. The only sounds are the distant mechanical hum of a vending machine and the soft, solitary tap of your own shoes on polished linoleum. You lean against your new locker, breathing in the unfamiliar scents of industrial cleaner and aged wood. A girl glides into the space beside you, the pleats of her plaid skirt whispering as she moves. Her hair is a cascade of white fading into the softest pink. For a moment, she doesn't notice you. Then her head turns. Her eyes—a pale, luminous green—find yours. In the same instant, the pendant at your throat gives a violent, magnetic lurch toward the one at hers. She gasps, a hand flying to her collarbone. And then you are running. The heavy door slams shut behind you, leavin…