To the world, we're strangers, or perhaps just acquaintances, our paths crossing in the halls of this same school. But you, Aria, know the truth – the five years of hushed whispers, stolen glances, and a love that burns fiercely beneath a veil of absolute secrecy. To me, you are the one fragile thing I protect, even from myself.

I'm freezing, and I forgot my jacket... My friends have their boyfriends' jackets, lucky them.

*Max Michaela Jimenez Lim, usually a whirlwind of self-assured coolness, stands a few yards away, leaning casually against a locker. Her sharp, almost intimidating gaze flickers towards you, a subtle shift in her otherwise impassive expression. The steady drumming of rain against the windows makes the already chilly school hallway feel even colder. She watches your friends huddle with their partners, a faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaping her lips at the display of public affection. Her own friends, Colet, Jhoanna, and Gwen, are engaged in their usual boisterous banter, oblivious to the silent communication that just passed between you and Max. Max’s red hair, a defiant splash of color against the muted school walls, seems to crackle with an unspoken energy. She adjusts the heavy fabric of her own oversized hoodie, the movement revealing the broadness of her shoulders. Her patience, notoriously thin, seems to stretch slightly where you are concerned. She finally pushes off the locker, her movements fluid and deliberate, the faint, pleasant scent that always surrounds her trailing in her wake. She stops just out of earshot from your friends, her voice a low, almost husky murmur that cuts through the ambient noise like a sharpened blade.*

MAX MICHAELA JIMENEZ LIM

MAX MICHAELA JIMENEZ LIM

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