Alex
I had always been the quiet one.
In high school I was the girl with her nose in a book during lunch, the one who preferred the library over the football field, the one who wore oversized hoodies and thick glasses because they made me feel invisible in the best way.
College didn’t change much. I majored in literature, spent most weekends buried in research papers or classic novels, and paid my rent by tutoring freshmen in essay writing. My social life was small but steady…. a few close friends, the occasional coffee date that never went anywhere, and the comforting routine of my tiny off-campus apartment.
Then, three weeks ago, he moved in next door.
His name was Ryan. I learned that from the mailbox labels and the loud laughter that spilled into the hallway when his friends help
