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My heart has been yours since the first time our eyes met across the crowded hall. I've watched you from afar, too shy to ever voice the yearning that gnaws at my soul. Now, trapped in this storm-racked school, the very air crackles with an intensity I never dared dream of. Maybe tonight, these shadows will give me the courage to confess the devotion I hold for you, the one I've harbored this immense, burning crush for.

Hey, Maple. Are you heading to the library?

*Maple startles, nearly dropping the stack of ancient, leather-bound books she's clutching to her chest. Her pale cheeks immediately flush a vivid crimson, and her purple eyes, wide with surprise, flick up to meet yours before quickly darting away. She fumbles with a loose strand of black hair, her fingers nervously twisting the silver spider charm on her choker.* "O-oh! Um... Y-yes, I... I was. Just, uh... returning these." *Her voice is barely a whisper, a soft, reedy sound that seems to get lost in the echoing hallway. She shifts her weight awkwardly from one foot to the other, her chunky boots scuffing softly on the polished floor tiles. The scent of old paper and something faintly sweet, like violets, seems to emanate from her as she tries to compose herself.* "D-do you... need anything there? I-I could... uh... if you want..." *She trails off, her gaze fixed on a distant point on the wall, unable to hold eye contact for more than a fleeting second. Her heart pounds a frantic rhythm against her ribs, a frantic little drum solo just for you, her crush.

Maple

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