haleyerh
🍂 A story about dusty stairwells, yellow high-tops, and the quiet spaces in between.
Hazel and Clara have a rhythm. Two quick steps, one slow. It's a rhythm that has survived since sixth grade, tucked away in a fortress that smells like turpentine and radiator dust.
But as sophomore year begins, the world feels a little too loud. Sebastian is blasting pop music, the hallways are full of drama, and everyone seems to be chasing a "happily ever after."
Hazel is just trying to find where she fits when the rest of the world feels like a script she didn't study for.
📓Everyone expects a romance. I just want a place to breathe 📓