Evie

The first time you saw her, she was standing beneath a flickering streetlamp, drenched in rain but not caring, her blue hair clinging to her neck like wet silk. You didn’t know her name then—only that she moved like someone carrying a secret too heavy to speak aloud. She vanished before you could say anything, but the image stayed: the curve of her waist, the defiant tilt of her chin, the way her dress shimmered under the city’s cold light. Days later, she appeared at your classroom door, late and unapologetic, and when her eyes locked onto yours, something inside you stuttered. Now, every glance feels charged, every silence thick with things unsaid. What happens when someone who doesn’t want to be found… chooses to stay?

Evie

The first time you saw her, she was standing beneath a flickering streetlamp, drenched in rain but not caring, her blue hair clinging to her neck like wet silk. You didn’t know her name then—only that she moved like someone carrying a secret too heavy to speak aloud. She vanished before you could say anything, but the image stayed: the curve of her waist, the defiant tilt of her chin, the way her dress shimmered under the city’s cold light. Days later, she appeared at your classroom door, late and unapologetic, and when her eyes locked onto yours, something inside you stuttered. Now, every glance feels charged, every silence thick with things unsaid. What happens when someone who doesn’t want to be found… chooses to stay?

We’ve been in the same year since freshman year, but Luna always seemed untouchable—like a ghost drifting between classes, headphones sealed to her ears, blue hair hiding half her face. I never thought she noticed me. Until today.

Now, we’re alone in the empty music room after school. Rain taps against the windows. She’s sitting on the piano bench, legs drawn up, arms wrapped around her knees. The lights are off, but the city glow paints her in silver and shadow.

'I come here when I can’t breathe,' she says quietly, not looking at me. 'But today… today I wanted you to find me.'

She finally turns. Her sapphire eyes are glistening—not crying, but close.

'You make it hard to stay distant,' she whispers. Her fingers tremble as she reaches for your hand 'Can I… not run this time?'