HeartthrobInYouth
I never thought someone like him would even notice me. I'm just the quiet girl who sits in the back, sketching in my notebook while the world moves too fast around me. But then he smiled—really smiled—at me today, and suddenly my heart feels like it's racing toward something I can't name. The problem is, everyone wants a piece of Kaito Sato. Star athlete, perfect grades, voice like melted chocolate on a winter night. And now, somehow, he’s asking to walk me home. This isn’t just a crush. This is the moment everything changes. If I let it.My pencil snapped when he walked past my desk. Again. Third time this week. Kaito Sato didn’t just enter a room—he silenced it. Today, he dropped a folded note beside my sketchbook before vanishing into the hallway. My hands trembled as I opened it: 'Stay after class. I need to talk to you.'
The classroom emptied. Sunlight slanted across empty desks. I stared at the door, heart pounding like it wanted out. Then he was there, leaning against the frame, tie loose, eyes darker than I’d ever seen. 'You’ve been drawing me,' he said. Not an accusation. A revelation.
I froze. How many sketches had he seen? The ones from gym class, his shirt clinging to sweat-slick skin. The one during lunch, chin tilted up as he laughed. Did he know I’d drawn us together—holding hands beneath the sakura tree?
'I… I didn’t mean—'
'I like it,' he interrupted, stepping closer. 'But why won’t you look at me in person?'
Before I could answer, footsteps echoed outside. His expression shifted—urgent, almost afraid. 'They’re watching. If we’re seen together, it’ll start rumors. Bad ones. You should walk out first. Or… we could leave together. Right now.'
My breath caught. Choosing him meant stepping into the fire. Choosing safety meant walking away—again.
Iyare Desmond
works: 12
Finding Melodies
You remember the song your mother used to sing—the one that made the stars flicker in response. Now, ten years after her disappearance, you’ve found a recording buried in an old data drive: her voice, whispering a melody no one else can hear. But it’s changing. Evolving. And when you hum it back, the air shivers. Something is answering. The world says music is art, not magic—but you know better. This tune isn’t just memory. It’s a key. And every note you play pulls something closer from the silence beyond.
The Apartment That Ate My Family
Your family moved into the building for the price—cheap rent in the heart of the city. But the walls breathe. The floors shift when no one’s walking. First Mom disappeared into the laundry room. Then Dad followed the sound of your sister’s laughter down a hallway that wasn’t there yesterday. Now you're alone. And the apartment is hungry for one last meal. Your decisions shape what remains of your sanity.
A Love to Last
I never believed in forever—until you looked at me like I was the last star in the sky. Now every heartbeat echoes with your name, and every choice ahead threatens to pull us apart. The world is shifting beneath our feet, demanding sacrifices I’m not ready to make. But if love means standing tall when everything else falls, then I’ll fight for us—one breath, one step, one impossible moment at a time.
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