He drew me first
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Last published Mon, Dec 22, 2025
They said River Hayes didn't talk to anyone.
They said he was trouble.
But the quiet boy in the back of class wasn't sketching random faces-
he was sketching me.
He never spoke much, just drew in silence... until the day I caught him.
And somehow, that's when everything started-
the whispers, the glances, the pull I couldn't explain.
He drew me first.
Maybe that's why he's the only one who truly sees me.
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