They say first love is the sweetest.
But no one tells you it’s also the most confusing.
After the note exchange, something changed.
We didn’t say it out loud, but it was in every glance… every silence… every smile.
That day at the school fest, I was dressed like chaos glitter in my hair, laughter in my eyes. You? In your blazer, perfectly neat, but your eyes kept finding me in every crowd.
I danced on stage like no one's watching.
But I knew you were.
I could feel it.
And later, when I came off stage, sweating and glowing you were there.
You didn’t say “well done.”
You didn’t compliment me.
You just held out your water bottle.
With the softest eyes I’d ever seen.
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Why are you like this? I asked.
So quiet. So... good?
You paused, then replied:
Because people like you make all the noise in my heart for me.
And that…
Was the first time I didn’t have a comeback.
Not even one.
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Maybe when you teased me for the 50th time, or maybe when you made the whole class laugh on a sad Monday.
But I think…
I’ve started loving the way you exist.
I clutched that letter like it was a heartbeat.
And after school, I ran.
Straight to you.
You think… or you’re sure? I asked, panting.
You looked at me, steady, and finally finally said:
I’m sure.
And then…
I kissed your cheek and ran again.
Because even a Tornado needs to hide her blush sometimes
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Part 5 coming soon? Shall we dive into the twist family, fear, and all that comes next?
Tell me, my readers! ️
But no one tells you it’s also the most confusing.
After the note exchange, something changed.
We didn’t say it out loud, but it was in every glance… every silence… every smile.
That day at the school fest, I was dressed like chaos glitter in my hair, laughter in my eyes. You? In your blazer, perfectly neat, but your eyes kept finding me in every crowd.
I danced on stage like no one's watching.
But I knew you were.
I could feel it.
And later, when I came off stage, sweating and glowing you were there.
You didn’t say “well done.”
You didn’t compliment me.
You just held out your water bottle.
With the softest eyes I’d ever seen.
___________________________
Why are you like this? I asked.
So quiet. So... good?
You paused, then replied:
Because people like you make all the noise in my heart for me.
And that…
Was the first time I didn’t have a comeback.
Not even one.
______________________________
A week later, I found a letter in my desk:
I don’t know when it happened.
Maybe when you teased me for the 50th time, or maybe when you made the whole class laugh on a sad Monday.
But I think…
I’ve started loving the way you exist.
I clutched that letter like it was a heartbeat.
And after school, I ran.
Straight to you.
You think… or you’re sure? I asked, panting.
You looked at me, steady, and finally finally said:
I’m sure.
And then…
I kissed your cheek and ran again.
Because even a Tornado needs to hide her blush sometimes
____________________________________
Part 5 coming soon? Shall we dive into the twist family, fear, and all that comes next?
Tell me, my readers! ️