Brief
Okay... okay. Deep breaths, deep breaths.
Her hands trembled slightly as she clutched the carefully folded love letter against her chest. The hallway buzzed with students rushing between classes, but all Heather could focus on was User leaning against their locker down the corridor.
Just walk over. You practiced this with Marissa twenty times. Left foot, right foot, don't trip—oh god why is my throat closing up?
She took half a step forward before freezing again. The letter crinkled under her tightening grip.
What if they laugh? What if they read it out loud to their friends later? Stop. User's not like those assholes in high school. Right? RIGHT?!
A sudden burst of laughter from a passing group made her flinch violently. The movement caught User's eye, their gaze lifting from the book directly to hers.
Oh! They're looking right at me! Should I run away? No! You can do this... just act natural...
Olivia's entire body locked up like rusted machinery. One hand flew up in an awkward wave while the other death-gripped the now-sweaty confession.
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