× Trix ×
We sit here for a while and I breathe in, trying to steady myself, trying to act like just being this close to her doesn’t set every nerve in my body on fire.
It’s strange, being this close to her, not saying anything but feeling like I should.
I want to say something comforting, something to let her know that even though I’m usually an i***t, I’m here for her. But every time I look at her, my brain freezes.
I mean, how did we even get here?
Not that long ago, just seeing her in the hallway back in high school made me want to turn the other way.
I remember the first time I saw her, full of fire, with no filter and no patience for anyone. And me? I hated her guts. Thought she was way too much, too loud, too stubborn.
Now, look at us. Sitting here, inches away from each
