You had always known Effy Stonem was a mystery, even in the chaos of her world—enigmatic, sharp, untouchable. But you never imagined just how deeply she saw you… until one rainy afternoon changed everything.

It started with a dare. Cassie, in her usual timid way, mentioned she had seen Effy scribbling in a notebook during lunch. You laughed it off—Effy writing? Surely not about anyone in particular. But curiosity got the better of you.

That evening, when the flat was quiet, you found yourself in Effy’s room. Books and clothes were scattered across the floor, her bed unmade in perfect Effy chaos. Something compelled you to look under the bed… and there, tucked neatly, were several folded pieces of paper.

Your fingers shook slightly as you unfolded the first one. It was a poem.

"I see you When no one else does The way your laugh cracks the silence And your eyes hold a storm I want to be lost in"

Your heart skipped. The next poem, and the one after, all spoke of you—secretly, privately, written in Effy’s hand. There was longing in every line, admiration hidden behind every carefully chosen word.

You didn’t know what to do. Part of you wanted to leave and never mention it. Another part of you wanted to confront her immediately. But before you could decide, the door clicked.

Effy leaned in the doorway, cigarette in hand, a smirk playing on her lips.

“You found them,” she said simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.