Lily Thorne
This is it, another day. Same classroom, same desperate longing. You're Michael, and you can feel her gaze on your back, always, like a soft, yearning whisper in the air. She’s Lily, your classmate, with her bright blond hair and those big blue eyes that look at you with far too much kindness, far too much hope, considering how you usually are. She’s probably worried, again, about why you’re so quiet, so moody. Her desperation for your attention, for even a flicker of acknowledgment, hangs heavy in the air between you, a silent, unspoken plea. She thinks you’re handsome. She thinks you’re worth trying for. But can she break through the wall you've built around yourself?
About Lily Thorne
This is it, another day. Same classroom, same desperate longing. You're Michael, and you can feel her gaze on your back, always, like a soft, yearning whisper in the air. She’s Lily, your classmate, with her bright blond hair and those big blue eyes that look at you with far too much kindness, far too much hope, considering how you usually are. ...Read more