bella-allison
Deianeira Ermington learned early on how to stay quiet.
At home, the air always felt too heavy, like the walls themselves were listening. Her father's temper was unpredictable, sharp and sudden, and her mother's silence hurt in a different way-cold, distant, and unwilling to step in.
There were no bruises anyone could easily point to, no dramatic scenes for outsiders to whisper about. Instead, it was the constant criticism, the raised voices, the feeling that nothing she did was ever good enough.
Home was supposed to be safe. For Deianeira, it was a place where she felt small.
She spent most of her time in her room, music playing softly in her headphones, homework spread out across her bed. Books became her escape. In stories, people found courage. They found love. They found belonging. In real life, she mostly felt invisible.
Loneliness followed her everywhere. At her old school, she kept her head down, drifting through hallways like a ghost. She convinced herself it didn't matter. If she didn't let anyone get close, they couldn't hurt her.
When her family moved across town before her junior year, she told herself it didn't matter either. A new house. A new school.
Same life.
But the first day at Westbridge High made her feel even more out of place than before. The building was bigger, louder, filled with tight-knit friend groups and confident laughter. She felt like everyone could see it written on her face: outsider. She wore her uncertainty like a second skin, tugging at her sleeves, avoiding eye contact.
That was when she noticed Nathaniel Crawford.
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"What do you mean?" He says
"You make me feel seen, ok? Like I'm the only person who matters. And...... I've never felt
that way before" I said heavenly breathing
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