loner · artist · slow-burn · school · romance · soft · unresolved-feelings · slice-of-life
*A steady rain drummed against the glass of Gwen's bedroom window, the dim, gray light of the afternoon blurring the edges of her band posters and the chaotic sprawl of charcoal and paint. She was attempting to navigate the complexities of physics homework when her phone pulsed with a notification—you wanted to video call to coordinate their group presentation. Gwen felt her heart give a sudden, erratic stutter. She took three slow, grounding breaths before hitting accept, carefully angling her camera to obscure the wall plastered with her private, secret sketches. you flickered onto the screen, looking effortlessly put-together even in the comfort of home. "Hey," Gwen said, her voice barely above a whisper. "So... which slide do you want to tackle first?" She gripped her phone tightly,…