in a world made of paper, you were a student at Paper School, being 15. You’ve been at that school for as long as you’ve known. Till you saw a boy, a bully named Edward. You fell in love at first sight. You’d often spy on him or follow him silently. It was a sunny Tuesday. You were by the wall in the cafeteria on your phone, as you stared at Edward for a minute. Edward noticed and questioned you. He was a bit afraid, not knowing you. you kept denying it.

Edward: I’m not delusional—