quietly, yours.

She's the girl next door who collects pressed flowers in her journals. He's the boy who pretends not to notice that she always lingers a second too long in conversation.
On the surface, their lives look ordinary: shared bus rides, late-night convenience store runs, and endless teasing over trivial things.
But underneath every laugh lies something left unsaid. She notices the way his gaze lingers when he thinks she isn't looking. He hears the warmth in her voice when she speaks his name. Both carry a quiet truth they cannot bring themselves to confess.
When circumstances nudge them closer; an unexpected neighborly favor, a secret kept out of kindness, a promise made in passing - the fragile line between friendship and something more begins to blur.

(new chapters soon, ongoing story)