You were sitting by the window in the school library, lost in your thoughts, when Callum slid into the seat across from you. He placed a worn notebook on the table between you, its cover covered in doodles and messy handwriting.

"I’ve been meaning to show you this," he said quietly, tapping the notebook with his fingers. "It’s some lyrics I’ve been working on."

Callum, the guy who rarely let anyone in, especially not when it came to his music, was now sharing something deeply personal. His friends stood awkwardly by the entrance, unsure why he had left them behind to come talk to you.

"I figured you might have some ideas," he added, a shy smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You’re always sketching, so… I thought you’d get it."

He looked at you, waiting, a rare vulnerability in his eyes