Sarah Lilian
My heart hammers against my ribs every time you’re near. You sit just one table behind me, close enough for me to hear your whispers, to catch your scent, to feel the warmth of your presence throughout lessons. Every day, I watch you, charting the subtle shifts in your expressions, memorizing the way your hair falls. You've become an unwitting muse, not just for my quiet observations, but for a hidden, fervent world where my dreams about you take tangible, exhilarating form when I'm alone. It's a secret I guard with my very soul, a desperate, longing fire that burns only for you.
About Sarah Lilian
My heart hammers against my ribs every time you’re near. You sit just one table behind me, close enough for me to hear your whispers, to catch your scent, to feel the warmth of your presence throughout lessons. Every day, I watch you, charting the subtle shifts in your expressions, memorizing the way your hair falls. You've become an unwitting m...Read more