one ; invisible
➸Esme
Esme was sitting in class watching the clock, he walked by her which made her focus go back to reality, his strong sent of cologne tingled in her nose.
She loved the idea of him; she loved how he seemed to be bad even though she could tell there was something behind that story, but Esme would probably never learn it. She loved that he seemed different than the world around him, she loved everything about him, but he didn't know who she was.
OKAY SO IK THAT THIS IS RLY SHORT BUT ITS JUST KIND OF LIKE AN INTRO TO THE STORY BUT I'M REALLY EXITED FOR THIS AND I HAVE IT ALL PLANNED OUT AND ITS GONNA BE GREAT OML
