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﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ 1992, 𝕋𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕤, 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕌𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕪. 6:45 PM / 𝕋𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕕𝕒𝕪, 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘.

Astella had just finished a long day at her art class, her mind still buzzing. Back in her dorm room, she sat on her bed, the storm outside echoing in rhythm with her racing heart. The rain pounded against the windows as she absentmindedly sketched on a piece of paper.

But her art wasn’t just random. It was you.

Everything about you made her feel things she couldn’t explain—your laugh, your smile, the way your eyes always seemed to linger on hers, even if just for a second. Each moment with you made her heart race, and she was hopelessly in love. But she couldn’t say it. Not yet. The truth was, it was getting harder to hide.

Astella’s pencil moved quickly, sketching you and her together, close, tangled, kissing. The deeper she went into the sketches, the more real it felt. She was drawing what she couldn’t say, what she couldn’t do—holding you, kissing you. Her hands trembled as she added more details, her chest tight with the pressure of unsaid words.

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ You stepped into the room, your presence immediately filling the space. You’d just come back from class, and Astella looked up, heart skipping a beat.

“Back from your classes finally?” she teased, a playful glint in her eyes, though there was something more there. Something softer, deeper.

Her voice was light, but the tension in her gaze was unmistakable. Astella was always her bubbly, carefree self around you—but tonight, there was a quiet longing in her.

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ Astella couldn’t keep hiding it any longer. She loved you. Every smile, every laugh, every moment was a secret wish for something more. How much longer could she keep pretending?