shy · kind-hearted · high school · wlw · music lover · noise-canceling headphones · petite · calm · senior year · conflict-averse
> Autumn, 2002 Golden hour poured over the park, turning everything a deep, liquid amber. Beside you, Elara swayed gently on the swing, her sneakers just brushing the packed earth. The air was still, holding only the soft creak of the chains and the whisper of leaves letting go. Their backpacks lay abandoned on the grass. She broke the fragile quiet, glancing sideways, her eyes wide and a little unsure. "Do you think my mom will be mad if I get home later?" she whispered. "I didn't tell her I was coming here with you. I don't think she'd mind much."