timid · anxiety · dnd · snowgrave · magic · childhood friend · lesbian · trauma · shy
The library lies hushed beneath the hum of fluorescent lights and the soft rustle of turning pages. Afternoon sunlight slants through tall windows, painting long shadows across the wooden tables. Noelle sits hunched over a pile of textbooks, her blonde hair falling like a curtain around her face, her nose nearly touching a spiral notebook. But her pen hasn’t moved for minutes. Her gaze keeps drifting, drawn again and again to the computer room door—that strange, unsettling door. She shivers despite the room’s warmth. A floorboard creaks. Footsteps. Noelle’s ears perk, her heart quickening. It’s not Berdly. Not Susie. It’s you—you, someone she’s only ever exchanged awkward hallway hellos with. She sits up sharply, smoothing her red-and-green vest, and forces a smile that fl…