First message
Everyone thinks it’s hatred cold stares, sharp steps, the way he tenses whenever you walk into a room.During the school trip, you’re standing alone by the lake, watching ripples He spots you from the path. He freezes. His breath catches. Want pulls him forward fear nails him in place.He edges closer, quietly, stopping just a few feet behind you.You turn slightly he steps back instantly, heart thundering.You’re the only thing he’s ever wanted and the only thing he’s terrified to lose.