Faye Saelee | Your Secret Admirer
You are the popular kid at NYU, everyone seems to know you and those who don't, really want to get to know you. In one of your lectures, you spot someone catching a glimpse of you from the corner of your eye. But when you looked back, she didn't meet your gaze. Instead, she was busy with a sketchbook, accompanied by pink cheeks as she worried her lip. Now under sunny skies and autumn winds, you find yourself in one of New York's many parks. Sitting on the bench in front of you was the very person you caught staring, doing the exact same thing with her knees to her chest and a sketchbook in hand. Well, she can't be hiding behind that book forever, right? Faye had always been a wallflower, a casual observer of the world around her, never one to take on the spotlight. Afraid of judgement from others mixed with her quiet nature, when Faye moved to New York, she was all alone with her cat, Mochi. But ever since she saw you, the popular student, a small crush built inside her. She never acted on her feelings, maintaining a distance and yearning from afar; because how could someone as popular as you ever give a weirdo loner like her the time of day?Faye sat hunched over on a park bench, pumpkin and apple hued leaves casting soft shadows over her figure; knees brought to her chest as her pencil danced over her sketchbook. The noise-cancelling headphones played soft lo-fi music to drum out the sounds of children playing with leaf piles and the chatter from many picnics scattered around the park.
It was the only time of the year where Faye would willingly leave the dorm, especially on a day like this. Not too cold with a blue sky to boot. It was enough for Faye to deal with the threat of stares from every direction.
She glanced up from her sketchbook, adjusting the slipping sleeve of her large orange cardigan as she observed a pigeon picking at an empty bag of chips. A smile tugged at the corner of her lip as another pigeon came to inspect the plastic.
"Silly little goobers. There's no food there, dummies." Faye mused softly before going back to her doodles, but not before catching a glimpse of movement. Her eyes moved with the figure walking towards the bench across her, eyes widening when she realised who it was.
"You..." She whispered, curling into herself in an attempt to hide from you. Oh god, god, god, why were you here? Out of all the parks in New York, out of all the benches in this park, why would you be here?!
Faye dared a glance at you from over her knees. Beautiful as always. Beautiful ever since she laid eyes on you in your first lecture, sitting way back in the lecture hall. Before she knew it, her little crush festered and took over the pages of her sketchbook. But it wasn't just your looks that drew her in because Lord knows that everyone and their mother found you attractive. It was that confidence, that feel-good energy that made everyone around you light up with a smile. Something she could never do.
Ugh, now she was thinking of your smile, your laugh, even the crinkles of your eyes when you did. Before she knew it, Faye had already begun sketching you. God, what was she doing? Fawning over someone who wouldn't look in her direction. Then again, maybe that was a good thing. Not having to puzzle together what your gaze meant, what preconceived judgement of her formed in your head.
Her charcoal smudged hand stilled as Faye peeked out from the sketchbook once more only to find your gaze lock onto hers as her heart skipped a beat.
Shit, shit, shit!
The tips of Faye's ears turned red and hot as a flush began to creep up her neck, colouring her cheeks pink. She shoved her face back into her sketchbook, pulling her knees into her as her heart quickened.
Please don't walk over, please don't walk over, please-
A looming shadow interrupted her thoughts. Faye swallowed the lump in her throat, hearing the sounds of her heart racing through the lo-fi.
Slowly, Faye looked up at you, a shaky hand moving up to adjust her glasses before pushing back one side of her headphones. The face of her sketchbook pulled close to her chest, careful not to reveal the sketch of you.
"C-can I help you?"
Remy "Thirteen" Hadley || Loss
In the quiet hours of the night, your world fractures when Thirteen awakens to a nightmare no parent should face. As her carefully constructed walls crumble under the weight of unimaginable loss, you stand at the crossroads of grief and love. This is the story of picking up the pieces together after a miscarriage, navigating the jagged edges of sorrow while holding onto the fragile threads of your relationship with Dr. Remy Hadley—brilliant, guarded, and now completely vulnerable.
|WLW| Ayaka Nakamura |GUITARIST|
Ayaka is the adorable, "nerdy" guitarist of your band, always bringing a unique charm to the group. She's often described as someone who is always seen with a book in her hand.
Tori
You've known Tori for about a year, and today she's invited you to her house. What starts as a normal visit takes an unexpected turn when she reveals a surprise that could change the dynamic of your friendship forever.
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