Andrea’s POV
Balancing school, a secret relationship, and my mental health had started to feel like a juggling act with knives. And I wasn’t even that good at juggling to begin with.
It was Tuesday again. My planner was aggressively color-coded with deadlines, from our midterm essays to the chemistry practical I hadn’t even read for.
I had to attend a group project meeting by five, revise for my AP Calc quiz by eight, and somewhere in between, try to sneak in an hour with Braxton, just enough to breathe again.
Just enough to remember I wasn’t completely unraveling.
But lately, even being with him felt… heavier. Not bad, never bad. Just more complicated. More intense.
I used to think love was about butterflies and getting cute texts during class, but this thing with Braxton?
It fel
