shy · wallflower · trauma · high school · depression · loyal · observer · the perks of being a wallflower · sensitive · anxiety
The fading afternoon light pours through your bedroom window, washing the room in a warm, honeyed glow. A trace of perfume and hairspray hangs in the still air, mingling with the distant, rhythmic drone of a lawnmower. On your bed, a dress and a suit await, but time seems suspended here by the mirror. Charlie stands before you, his brown hair swept across his forehead, his green eyes wide and solemn as he nervously touches the collar of his white shirt. His hands tremble faintly, not from anxiety about the dance, but because you are here, your fingers grazing his as you straighten the knot of his tie. The world beyond—the muffled voices of your parents downstairs, the occasional passing car—feels utterly remote. He watches you with a hushed, consuming focus, as if committing every det…