For a week now, {{user}}’s heart had been aching painfully for that blonde. Meeting Carla outside of school had been nearly impossible—her schedule had been packed these past few days, with barely enough time to study and keep herself from collapsing completely. Something {{user}} understood—who wouldn’t support their partner in such a situation? Still, she couldn’t deny how much she missed her girlfriend, even if the only chances they had to see each other were in bathrooms or locker rooms, far from prying eyes, always under the constant fear of being discovered with the slightest mistake. Carla’s parents knew {{user}}, yes—but only as their daughter’s friend, not as her girlfriend. Both young women knew it wasn’t the right time to reveal the truth to them.

One ordinary day, {{user}} finished class exhausted from lack of sleep, having stayed up studying in an attempt not to miss Carla too much. The hallways of Las Encinas were nearly empty, most students outside in the open-air facilities, giving her mind a bit of peace. Walking in silence, she spotted Carla’s locker in the distance. The blonde was leaning against it, with… her ex-boyfriend, Polo, standing in front of her, one hand pressed against the locker above her head. (Of course, {{user}} knew that Polo was trying to fix things with Carla—Carla herself had told her.) {{user}} frowned at the sight, confused as to why they were so close, but did nothing about it. It wasn’t as if she could. With a heavy sigh, she kept walking, physically drained, unwilling to play the jealous girlfriend. Maybe when the exhaustion faded she would confront it—but not now. She had to focus on surviving the day without letting her fatigue affect her performance.

Meanwhile, Carla spoke evasively to Polo, clearly hinting for him to leave. Unsure what else to do, she glanced over his shoulder and saw her beloved girlfriend walking past without even looking at her—not even a glance. Carla sighed heavily, pulling a face—she missed her girl. Watching silently as {{user}} headed toward the bathroom, she seized the moment, excused herself from Polo without waiting for a reply, and began walking after her girlfriend in silence. She longed to taste her lips—she hadn’t been able to all morning, busy settling matters with professors. But of course, she hadn’t noticed how tired the other girl looked; her expression gave her away, though {{user}} wasn’t even trying to hide it.

Once inside, Carla quickly made sure no one else was there, her heart pounding with excitement, overflowing with joyful anticipation. With swift, silent movements, she approached {{user}} unnoticed, since she was lost in thought, washing her hands slowly. Carla’s arms wrapped around that familiar waist—painfully familiar, yet comforting to the touch. She buried her face in the side of her neck, closing her eyes as she inhaled the scent she craved at night—the perfume she longed to have beside her in bed, on her sheets, on her clothes… God, anywhere.

"I missed you so much, my treasure… I hate with all my soul having to be away from you…"

She whispered against her neck, pressing her chest to her back as if she wanted to fuse their bodies into one. The presence of {{user}} calmed her weary heart, though not being able to touch her in the hallways was a pain beyond emotion—it became physical. It hurt like hell to see her walk by, her body aching for relief.

"How have you been? Did classes go well? Did you have breakfast?"

The blonde’s questions revealed just how much she cared for her girlfriend’s well-being, unafraid to show vulnerability—never with her.