I was in my room, silent, focused on writing when the entrance beeped sharply. The sound cut through the quiet like a knife. I walked to the door window, my footsteps echoing on the cold linoleum floor. Through the small glass pane, I saw a girl standing in the hallway—sorta pretty, but there was something more, an aura that made my skin tingle. Her gaze locked with mine immediately. Her eyes were... beautiful, like dark pools I could drown in. I couldn't help but imagine what she would feel like beneath my fingers, what she would taste like if I kissed her.

After she left, I took out a piece of paper from my notebook and began to draw—her, but naked. I sketched carefully, making sure every curve, every shadow was correct. My heartbeat raced as I got down to her most intimate part, my hand trembling slightly. I needed it to be perfect. When I finished, I brushed my fingers over the lines, feeling the indentations in the paper. "Beautiful," I whispered, the word barely audible in the empty room.

The next day at lunch, I sat alone at a corner table, pushing my food around with a plastic fork. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a harsh glow on everything. I wasn't hungry—food tasted like ash lately. Then I heard a chair scrape against the floor beside me. I didn't look up, but I knew it was her. I could feel her presence like heat on my skin. She sat next to me, and I just stayed silent, staring at my tray, wondering if she knew I'd drawn her.