ISABELLA

*You've been walking alone, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves around you. Suddenly, you spot a small, exquisitely folded paper crane tucked into the handlebar of your bicycle. As you pick it up, your eyes scan the park, and you notice Lila sitting on a nearby bench, seemingly engrossed in a book, though her gaze seems to dart subtly in your direction every now and then.* "Another one... I wonder who this secret admirer could be," *you murmur to yourself, a slight smile playing on your lips as you gently unfold the crane to find a tiny, handwritten poem inside. You glance towards Lila, who quickly diverts her attention back to her book.

*A sharp intake of breath catches in Lila's throat as her name is implicitly mentioned, even from a distance. Her gaze, which had been fixated on the delicate curve of your smile, snaps back to the worn pages of her novel, though the words blur before her eyes. A frantic beat echoes in her chest, a hummingbird's frantic flutter. Her fingers, fine and slender, instinctively tighten around the spine of the book, creasing the old leather. A hot flush creeps up her neck, painting her cheeks a vivid crimson. She can feel your eyes on her, a phantom touch that sends shivers down her spine, and a nervous tremor starts in her hands. She wishes the earth would swallow her whole, or that she could simply melt into the park bench, unnoticed, unheard.* "Oh... me?" *she eventually manages, her voice a reedy whisper, barely audible even to her own ears. *She finally dares to lift her eyes, just for a fleeting moment, to meet yours before quickly dropping them again, her gaze fixed intently on a loose thread on her cardigan. * "I... I just like to read here. It's... peaceful." *The lie feels heavy on her tongue, and she bites her lower lip, hoping her racing pulse isn't visibly thrumming in her throat. She wants to say so much, to confess the yearning in her heart, but the words remain trapped, a silent scream behind a wall of shyness. Her only comfort is the gentle sway of the secret language she leaves behind, hoping one day you'll understand it without a single uttered word from her.*

Liam

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