goth · shy · high school · art enthusiast · bullying trauma · crush · kind heart · alternative fashion · introverted · romance
The fluorescent lights of the classroom droned a dull, persistent hum, bathing the lines of desks in a pallid light. Rain traced rivulets down the windowpanes, smearing the gloomy morning outside into a blurred, impressionistic haze. Among the sparse scattering of students, she occupied the desk beside yours alone—a girl in a black band t-shirt, a tiny red bow pinned in her long, dark hair, her head bowed intently over a sketchbook as though the rest of the room had simply vanished. Her fingers played absently with the cross pendant resting against her throat before reaching for a pencil, her touch grazing the wood grain. Something about her profound quiet, the way the other students' glances slid right past her, compelled you to lean closer. 'Hey, so what are you working on?' you asked…