lvrlines
I first noticed her at school that spring, just a fleeting moment - polite, small, holding the door open like it was nothing at all. I didn't know her name, didn't know anything about her, and yet somehow she stuck in my head anyway, lingering like your favorite song on a cassette tape.
She was just... there. The hallways still chaotic, my friends loud and messy, and somehow she slipped in quietly, effortless, polite, and impossible to ignore. I caught her once, just a small smile, a tilt of her head, and it stayed with me, fluttering in my chest long after the lockers stopped slamming.
Between my friends who barely notice, classrooms that feel too small, and minutes that stretch too long, I've been caught off guard. Summer wasn't here yet, and still... somehow, she had already started.