Elga_eee
I've always been afraid of heights. Not just the kind that makes your legs shake on a rooftop, but the kind that comes with falling; for someone out of reach.
Ever since childhood, I was never the girl boys looked at twice. My face? A "waste," they said, because my body didn't fit their standards. Love was something I saw from afar, something that belonged to the girls who were admired, chased, and chosen.
Then there's him.
Everyone's favorite. The top student. The class president everyone adores. He's the kind of person who belongs up there, too high for someone like me.
So why is he looking at me like I'm worth falling for?