Shards of love

cenes of proximity but no real connection. The hum of chatter, the scraping of chairs, the faint scent of chalk dust filled t

hes, the way his hands rested on his desk, fingers tapping lightly to a rhythm only he could he

into a dull murmur, replaced by the thudding of her own heart and the quickening beat of nervous anticipation. Yet she

he entered the classroom. That brief gesture sent a warmth blooming in her chest, a mixture of hope and fear that ma

ound herself replaying each interaction over and over, memorizing the sound of his voice, the way his eyes flickered wi

but share her thoughts with her closest friends. Her voice dropped to a secretiv

... it's weird, but I think I like him. Her friends leaned in, eyes wide with curiosity and teasing smiles. They peppered her with questions,What's his name? Does

Her heart pounded so loudly she was sure he could hear it. The scent of rain-soaked earth mingled with the sweet aroma of

ent parts of her,the dreams she guarded, the fears she never voiced. She wanted to believe this w

d.The thought was sharp and cold, yet she pushed i

edge of something new and uncertain,ready to step