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You Deserve So Much Better

“You know, I really hate Mrs.Smith's class. Like- GOD- no one wants to hear you blabber on about the curtains being blue for an hour and a half a day-” the high-pitched voice drawls out certain words, emphasizing her feelings towards the class they both currently sit in.

A girl sits next to Sybelle, chewing loudly on her infamous cinnamon gum as she rambles on about everything and nothing at the same time. Sybelle simply kept her eyes on her paper, scribbling away like the ever-diligent student she is.

“- anyways, the other day I tried to talk to Dylan about how he’s been ignoring me– you know– like the crappy boyfriend he is, and you know what this man had the audacity to do?” The girl's slightly nasally voice snags Sybelle’s attention, causing the reticent girl to pause and glance over at the gossipy teenager that is her desk mate.

Bright blue eyes stare back at her, the lithe figure leaning forward as she seemingly waits for Sybelle to acknowledge her statement. Before responding she looks around the classroom, presumably confirming her classmates are too busy chatting with their friends to pay attention to the quiet goth in the back, before giving a quiet hum of acknowledgment. The blonde smiles at the sound before starting right back up, rambling on, her hands gesturing wildly around her.

“This guy just kept ignoring me! And he’s too busy talking to Jessica– who is supposed to be my best friend– to reply to any of the texts I send him! If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear he blocked me!” The ebony girl can hear the agonized groan from beside her, and can picture the way dainty hands cover up an emotion-riddled face. Her lips fall into a slight frown, eyebrows furrowed as she tries to keep her eyes from wandering to the girl next to her.

Sybelle doesn't really know why the girl continues to speak to her, even all these weeks later. You would imagine after realizing everyone ignores her that the girl would have left long ago, except that's not entirely true. Sybelle wouldn’t ignore her, even if she rambled all day about all her nonsense-drama.

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It had started weeks ago, in the days after Halloween.

Sybelle walked into class, taking her usual spot at the very back of the room before settling down for her ritual of people-watching. Her journal was wide open on the desk, the page turned to a half-finished drawing of one of her classmates fast asleep during a test, incomplete because the teacher had caught her staring. Her observant, dark green eyes swept across the room for another muse, before she settled on a figure standing just behind an infamous group of teens.

The girl had an almost sickly orange face, her eyes outlined in white powder and emphasized with bold eyeliner and mascara. Her long blonde hair looked slightly greasy, her lips pale in comparison to the striking layer of foundation she wore. Those same pale lips smacked impatiently the longer her friends mingled without her, the sounds of chewing shooting through the mostly silent room. Bright pink nails curled against their resting place on her hips, their claw-like shape pushing indents on the small amount of pale skin peaking out between her dark jean skirt and crop top. The top was a dull grey, with peaks of green staining the fabric in almost a tie-dye design. The skirt was ripped in various places, though seemingly just conservative enough that the teacher's hawk-like eyes slid right over the girl's appearance, never sparing her a glance.

Sybelle watched as the group continued to ignore the girl, often referred to as their ring-leader, Vivian. The observant teen took out her pencil, sparing another glance at the irritated blonde before dipping her head to the blank canvas before her.

The pencil danced across the page as Sybelle quickly sketched the increasingly agitated blonde, who was glaring daggers at the girls before her. Deep into her sketch, the goth didn’t seem to notice until that- In a matter of seconds- Vivian’s attention switched to the girl strategically positioned at the back of the room. Her bright blue eyes locked onto the hunched figure, and her irate scowl slowly twisted into a grin.

The ebony-haired girl glanced up as the sound of heels clicking rang through the slightly gloomy room, headed straight towards her seat in the back. Her eyes followed up pale legs, past the strange fashion choice of an outfit, landing on the sharp cheekbones of Vivian Gray. The blonde seemed to brighten ever so slightly with the acknowledgement, before plopping her tall figure in the seat beside her. Vivian crossed her arms and shifted in her chair, huffing as she shot another pointed glare in the direction of her friend group.

Mrs. Smith clapped her hands as the bell rang, eyes roving over everyone in a slight frown as she marked someone absent. On the board, she simply wrote “ Talk to your seat partner about your Halloween” as she finished up some last minute class preparations.

Sybelle closed the notebook with a resounding thud and reluctantly turned to peer at her new table partner– with the ease of someone facing a ready-to-attack viper– Vivian Gray. Her lips were pursed, but her body language made it obvious she was less tense than before. Icey blue eyes now focused solely on Sybelle, the girl knew there was no escaping from the jaws of this snake. She had been caught.

“Went to a Halloween party over the weekend, and it was fun. You should’ve gone, honestly you missed out.” Her striking facial features twisted into a deprecating smile, “Actually– why didn’t you come?” Sybelle said nothing, only held Vivian’s gaze. If this was the game she wanted to play, Sybelle wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of playing along.

A high-pitched laugh that was as false as the foundation covering up her pasty complexion erupted from the other girl’s lips, “Oh! That’s right… you weren’t invited. That was my bad, I was sure I’d told Dylan to send an invite. I guess it must’ve gotten lost in the mail.” Her eyebrows were folded upwards, mimicking a look of pity- lips pursed dramatically in a faux frown. Sybelle blinked, slowly, then turned around in her seat to face the front of the room. If Vivian wasn’t going to take her seriously, then neither would she.

Ignoring the dark-haired girl’s lack of interest, Vivian continued, studying her chipped nails as she did so, “You wouldn’t have liked it anyway. Dylan found his parent’s cupboard and got out the drinks; from there I don’t really remember what happened, but I can imagine it wouldn’t have been your scene.” The high-pitched voice took on a somber tone, causing the goth to return her attention to the girl beside her. The blonde had turned away, staring off in the direction of her friends with a mixed look of longing and something else.

“Suppose I got a little too drunk and ruined the vibe. Now they won’t even go so far as to acknowledge me. Guess whatever happened must’ve been really bad for them to act this cold.” Sybelle knew better than to ask questions. The best thing she could do for her old friend was to listen, even if it was because she was the only one who would.

“Me and some friends went out for candy and watched a movie.” She murmured, looking across the room before putting her head back down, subtly glancing over at the figure beside her.

Vivian hummed, her eyes flashing with something Sybelle wasn’t quite able to place, before returning to picking at her nails– drawing attention to her too-pale hands.

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Sybelle had thought that would be the last time she talked to Vivian, considering she knew how the girl worked. Of course she did, this had been a regular occurrence in middle school. Vivian would talk to her for a while, only during the times when she felt particularly bored with her friends, then would go back to ignoring Sybelle the very next day.

Despite the unique circumstances of the situation, Sybelle had expected the younger girl to at least attempt to make peace with her friends. That was why she was caught off-guard when she walked into class the next day and found a familiar tan-faced girl seated, once again, in the spot directly beside hers.

That was when the quiet goth realized there was a lot she didn’t know about her former friend.

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The weeks had droned on, Sybelle’s routine of sitting, alone and unseen, at the back of her classes suddenly broken by the presence of a particularly opinionated and loud-mouthed Vivian. The blonde seemed to latch on to her, unfortunately dredging up long-forgotten memories of their dynamic before middle school started. The goth watched as her former friend became more like a current friend, the blonde who was once so happy to ignore her presence now following her around like a lost pup– though not one of the cute ones.

No, Vivian Gray was more like one of the yappy ones, such as a chihuahua. Sybelle would always laugh to herself when she compared the similarities between the two. Vivian was all bark and no bite, even when she was at her best, so her frequent snide remarks towards Sybelle truly meant nothing.

The whole school seemed content with ignoring Vivian’s presence, including the boy she used to drag around with her just about everywhere. Dylan wasn’t a terrible guy, not like those stereotypical movie jocks you would see shoving people into lockers, and he wasn’t necessarily dumb either. He and Vivian had seemed like a cute couple from what Sybelle could see. Of course, she’d noticed that lately he’d been acting on-edge. Vivian mentioned he’d been acting strangely since Halloween, and she wondered if it had anything to do with the party her friend had mentioned.

Dylan was constantly checking his phone, his leg bouncing underneath his desk in excess anxious energy. His fingers rhythmically tapped against his desk, lips pulled taunt in a half frown that was so unlike the typical jokester routine. As the days went by, his seemingly nervous tics only increased, growing in intensity whenever Vivian so much as got near her (by now) ex-boyfriend.

One day, Vivian had stood right in front of his desk, hands slammed down as she loomed over the teen boy. He refused to even look her in the eyes, shuddering whenever her hands got too close to his, before standing up and excusing himself to the restroom. Bright blue eyes narrowed, honing in on his retreating back, before sauntering back over to Sybelles table with a huff.

“I just don’t understand what I did to them– I thought by now that they would’ve at least said something.” Sybelle slumped in her chair, preparing herself for yet another one of her friend’s never-ending rants.

“And it’s not like they’re pretending to forget I ever existed either! I’ve caught them talking about me multiple times in the halls, but they always disperse the second I walk up to them. It’s super frustrating, y’know?” She was drawing idle circles with her index finger on the desk in front of her, chattering away like usual.

Sybelle frowned and furrowed her eyebrows in unease, because it was true. Sybelle had been hearing whispers about Vivian throughout the school as well. She’d seen people talking in hushed voices much more often this past month.

She opened her mouth to reply when she noticed suspicious movement from the corner of her eye. Turning her head, Sybelle felt her stomach twist when she caught sight of a familiar, contemptuous figure headed her way.

With his hands shoved nonchalantly in his pockets, and characteristic smirk alighting his obnoxious face, Dylan sauntered over to the pair with an air of confidence similar to a lion tracking prey. The athlete glanced ever so slightly at Vivian, before moving past her and focusing solely on Sybelle.

He looked her up and down in disdain, “Hey, emo girl. Make any books go flying recently?” he sneered. Dylan was referring to an incident that had happened a bit ago during freshmen year. A bookshelf had fallen behind her, and everyone had suspected her as the culprit– despite the fact that she couldn’t possibly have done it when she was standing over three yards away.

Sybelle said nothing in response, keeping her eyes trained on the floor. Vivian glared at the brunette from her place beside her friend, hands clenched in her lap in frustration.

Then, he made a quick, nervous sweep of the room to ensure no one else was listening before, “Y’know, I’ve been feeling pretty tense lately. No matter where I go, it feels like something… bad is going to happen. Like there’s this– dark energy– following me around.” Her eyes, which had been downcast to look anywhere but at the individual before her, slowly lifted to take him in. “You don’t happen to… know anything about that, would you?”

His eyes were wide and pleading, and from just a single glance Sybelle could sense the desperation and misery practically bleeding from his entire being. It surrounded him like a cloud of smoke, but was overshadowed by this other energy, an energy she’d rarely been exposed to, but easily recognized it. Guilt.

She tilted her head and met his gaze. It was obvious this boy was desperately trying to forget something. With as much negative energy around him, it was no wonder he felt as if a “dark energy” had been targeting him.

Dylan’s desperation was somewhat ironic, Sybelle thought. Once a kid who thought himself to be untouchable, now practically begging for help from someone else. With a breath, she prepared her words to respond, “Dylan, you seem like you’re carrying a lot of… particularly heavy baggage.” She quickly glanced over at Vivian, who had her head in her hands and a scowl on her face, “Is there anything in particular you can think of that might’ve happened to trigger this feeling?”

His body stiffened and he crossed his arms, expression guarded, “Possibly, but would there be anything you could do if that were the case?” Again, his eyes briefly flitted over to Vivian's seat before quickly finding somewhere, anywhere, else to look.

Sybelle pretended to think for a second before replying, “Well, from what I can tell, you seem to harbor a lot of guilt; over what, I couldn’t begin to tell you, but clearly it’s enough for physical and… psychological stress.” Her gaze remained unwaveringly on the uncomfortable athlete, watching his body shift with the changing of his aura, a visible cloud of negative energy around him.

Dylan scoffed and, with one last glance at Vivian’s desk, stormed off without another word.

This was what everyone hated so much about her. She was too straightforward about things, especially when it came to her abilities. From a very young age, Sybelle was cast out from her peers, rambling on about strange figures and clouds of energy throughout elementary school. Her parents practically threw her at every psychiatrist they could find, before she finally understood the importance of keeping the things she experienced to herself.

For one, she’d always had this strange sixth sense of the otherworldly. She had the ability to sense people’s feelings and lingering emotions. As she got older, she was able to hone those skills to be able to sense the specifics of those emotions to the point where she could see even the briefest of shifts in another person’s aura. When she was in elementary school, kids used to bully and harass her about her strange attitude and preference for solitude. At the time, she didn’t really mind. In fact, she’d always been plenty content by herself, despite how concerned her teachers had been about her behavior.

When she turned eleven, her uncle started taking her on “work trips” with him as a paranormal investigator. Under his guidance, Sybelle had been able to develop her abilities in a safe environment, while still being able to get a great amount of experience in the paranormal.

Still, her (now) years of experience in dealing with the paranormal did not increase her ability to interact with her peers.

In fact, the first person she remembers becoming friends with is Vivian. It was Vivian who reached beyond herself to protect a young Sybelle from being the victim of yet another round of bullying. She had gone out of her way to make sure the neglected sixth-grader had someone to talk to, and was no longer the subject of communal scrutiny.

Vivian hadn’t cared about Sybelle’s “strange” abilities. In fact, she used to tell her she thought they were neat.

The ebony girl glanced over at her friend, who was still slumped in her seat, feigning disinterest. Sybelle knew she had heard the entire conversation, and was likely trying her best not to think about it.

With a small sigh, Sybelle returned her attention back to her notes. As much as she wished she could help Dylan, some cases were beyond even her capabilities.

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From that day forward, Sybelle noticed Vivian showing up to class a lot less. Her friend’s absence didn’t particularly bother her, as she was used to sitting alone, but the empty seat next to her felt more obvious than it used to. For the first time in years, it felt as if something was missing from her life.

She found herself staring off into space more often than usual, and by the end of each class she could barely remember a single thing that’d been taught. Her thoughts often wandered to a tall, blue-eyed, gossipy blonde with the attitude of a moody chihuahua with ‘claws’ to match.

It was on her way out of her first period when she caught sight of a familiar tall figure, standing alone amid the chaos of the passing period hallway. She didn’t acknowledge Sybelle right away when she walked up, her eyes closed, expression unreadable. The quiet girl waited patiently until the hallway slowly dispensed and there was no one left to hear their conversation.

The smell of cinnamon wafted over her senses as she made her way up, “I haven’t seen you in class lately.” Was all she said, opting to keep the conversation somewhat brief.

Slowly, Vivian opened her eyes, but kept them trained on the wall in front of her. She spoke in an especially soft tone, “Yes, I’ve been… preoccupied with other things. I hope Mrs Smith won’t be too mad about the missed lectures–” As they talked, Sybelle noted how distant the girl sounded. She also noticed the dullness of her usually bright makeup– although it still contrasted heavily with her skin tone– it was almost as if the person she’d once known was disappearing.

It saddened her to see her friend this way, but she also knew that there was nothing she could do about the situation other than provide a steady shoulder to lean on.

They talked for a bit, before Sybelle realized the time, “It’s already been ten minutes since the bell, I should probably head to class.” She paused for a moment before adding, “Are you planning to join me, or…?”

Vivian shook her head, gaze cast in the distance, “Not this time.” A brief pause and then, “Also, I wanted to say I’m sorry for what happened. I never regretted being friends, and I shouldn’t have said all those things I did back then.” Icy blue eyes met dark green ones, a million things said between them, but not a word was spoken.

It was Vivian who broke the silence, “Do me a favor and tell Dylan I said hi.” And just like that their conversation was over. Without another word, Sybelle headed off for class, contemplating the strange interaction she’d just had. It was odd enough for her friend to talk about their shared past, but even more so for her to mention her ex.

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Dylan wasn’t in second period, nor any of her other classes that day. In fact, Sybelle found out the entire friend group had been called to the office while she had been out.

It was strange, to say the least, but she didn’t think much of it at the time. Instead, she went about her day as usual, and even stayed after school to help a teacher clean up her classroom.

By the time she’d finished cleaning, Sybelle had all but forgotten about her strange interaction from earlier. She was headed towards the front entrance to the school when she heard something that made her stop.

Two students stood underneath the stairs, whispering to each other in hushed tones. Usually, Sybelle preferred to stay out of the gossip; there was very little drama occuring at their school she might actually find herself interested in. Still, something in her made her pause just within earshot, frozen on the steps just out of sight.

“Did you hear about what happened at the lake? There were police and everything– I’m pretty sure Dylan and his group of friends were involved.” Sybelle’s grip tightened on the stair railing, her breath frozen in her lungs.

A small gasp, then, “Yeah, everyone’s being pretty hush-hush about it, but from what I gathered, it was an accident from awhile ago.”

“Oh my god…! How awful!” chirped the second girl, her voice pitched up in shock.

“It’s really such a shame… I can’t even imagine. And everyone thought they were so in love, guess that’s what ‘love’ gets you nowadays. She deserved better than that– Vivian I mean–”

It was then that Sybelle felt it; this growing feeling of dread in her gut. Suddenly, she felt the need to run. In a burst of adrenaline, she practically threw herself down the remaining stretch of stairs and out the doors of the school. As she ran, she shed layers. First– her backpack, which landed in the dirt behind her, then her jacket which landed on the grassy lawn in a heap.

She knew it would take her almost 30 minutes to get to the lake on foot, considering how close it was to the school. She didn’t stop running until she caught sight of the entrance to the trail.

Heart pumping and legs shaking from fatigue, Sybelle pushed herself further along on the path to the lake. The trail through a small patch of woods had been blocked off by bright yellow tape, but that didn't stop the ravenette in her determination to see her friend. The cold air burned like acid down her throat as she threw her whole body into each step, her body unused to the abrupt and prolonged physical activity.

She slid to a stop, dead foliage crushed under now muddy sneakers, right before a second wave of police tape. Even now, as the sun began to glow a bright golden-orange and the shadows had lengthened, cops were still crawling around the edges of the lake.

Searching around in desperation, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure, standing alone amongst the trees near the grassy bank. Careful not to be seen by the remaining officers, the exhausted teen made her way over to her friend, her heart filling with relief.

When she was close enough to be within earshot, she spoke in a raspy voice, “Glad I found you. I was worried you might’ve run off, or worse-”

“You don’t have to pretend.” Her friend’s usually preppy, cheerful voice had taken on a darker tone that sent a chill through Sybelle’s spine. Her typical drawl gone, and pale, slightly tinted lips pursed- but not in the dramaticized manner they usually were- setting her face into a frown. Sybelle automatically straightened up at the tone, glancing into the blue eyes that seemed to take in so much more than just the visuals in front of her.

“I’ve known for a while now, Belle.” The affectionate nickname from their childhood seemed to suck out all the air from Sybelle’s lungs, a sound not unlike a deflating balloon filled the silence. The blonde finally looked away from the ravenette, drawing her eyes over to the bright police lights and neon tape surrounding the lake.

“..... How long?” It was almost a whisper, the question stewing in the air as the duo stayed hidden from prying eyes within the trees. Sybelle unconsciously raised her hand, trying to anchor Vivian back to reality with a hand on her shoulder- a familiar, yet nostalgic gesture. Vivian stepped away from the motion, finally looking back at Sybelle as the silence dragged on.

“ About a week after I first sat with you.” Sybelle shivered, “ they weren't exactly subtle- and even I'm not stupid enough to believe everyone would be able to ignore me for that long.” The statement brought a small smirk to the blonde's face, yet her eyes still held a festering mirth that had yet to be turned upon Sybelle.

Sybelle moved to speak, to fill the air with something. The blonde simply raised a silencing finger, and as always, Sybelle listened.

“Students were whispering about it on the way home- I thought it was odd how they never seemed to notice I was walking behind them the entire time.” Shouting could be heard from the banks of the lake, now, but the goth’s gentle gaze remained glued on her friend-- just like always. A tension she never noticed before now rested on the blonde's frame, her eyes tight and filled with a bone-deep exhaustion uncharacteristic of her usual self.

“That's when the realization hit me. Why did it suddenly feel like everyone I ever knew had… ghosted me? Well, except for you of course.” She laughed, then, the familiar sound filling the space as the shouting only grew from the lake. Sybelle snapped out of her reverie, stepping closer to her friend as the sun dipped just through the trees. From there, the shadows made way for peaks of sunlight to drift across Vivians figure, illuminating her once half-shadowed frame.

A breath, and then a hesitant step, until she was only a few inches away from the blonde. Her hand gently raised until it stopped just beside her best friend’s face, pausing in silent anticipation. Sybelle took a quiet breath, allowing her heartbeat to steady, and waited for the other girl’s permission. The blonde sighed, looking into eyes as green as the forest around them, before tilting her face down into Sybelles waiting hand. A cold, numbing sensation crept down Sybelles arm at the touch, but she kept her hand raised. It was an odd sensation, like the brush of a feather. Although she had known all along, it was still strange to finally be faced with the reality.

Vivian’s eyes fluttered shut, her eyelashes kissing the tip of Sybelles thumb as she slowly wiped the thickly-caked makeup from her pale, blue-tinged complexion. The orange-y foundation coated her hands as she slowly revealed the truth hidden beneath. A too-pale complexion broken by blotchy red patches brought attention to the uncanny-ness of Vivians typically sharp features. Sybelle frowned at the abrupt and obvious changes in her friend's features.

After minutes of standing together in the silence, Sybelle finally rubbed off the last of the foundation. Her hand, now simply cradling her friend's face, traced along her cheekbones and down to the rough fabric that Vivian had been wearing the past few weeks. The green spots along Vivians shirt had only grown, the dampness having permanently left its mark on her once fashionable attire.

Sybelle finally spoke, her voice coming out scratchy and her throat tightening with every moment, “I'm sorry I wasn’t the one to tell you.” Her breath caught in her throat, and she swallowed before continuing, “I'm sorry you had to find out in the way you did.”

Vivian hummed, her eyes sliding open to hold eye contact with the somber girl, “We can't always get what we want, Belle.” The blonde's voice danced in the wind, thin peaks of sunlight bringing a warmth into the space that Vivians presence seemed to consume. Her blue eyes filled with a dance of emotions-- longing, regret, love.

Sybelle swallowed, eyes glossy, as she took in the faded frame of her friend.

“It looks like my time is finally up,” she gave a small, sad smile, and Sybelle could feel a warmth spreading throughout her chest, “I suppose this is goodbye, then.” It wasn’t a question, Vivian knew the truth without having to be told.

The ravenette nodded, watching as her childhood friend placed her hand on Sybelle’s own- which was still resting her cheek. Her hand, pale and faded, and nails chipped from damage, simply drew Sybelles’ closer. Like a cat soaking in the summer sun, Sybelle basked in the presence of her friend as her apparition faded along with the setting sun.

“Stay alive, Belle. Otherwise you’ll be stuck with me– and you deserve so much better than that.” Vivian gently wiped away the tears beginning to form on the dark-haired girl’s face as her hand slowly disappeared in the darkness, her body soon following. Last to go were her eyes, as blue as the morning sky, a tender glint in their half lidded depths. “Thanks. For everything”

Glassy green eyes watched as darkness began settling like a blanket over the forest, the sun's last few rays slowly disappearing along with the tall figure that had stood before her only moments ago. Her hands fell to her sides, empty, with nothing to hold. The sounds of her surroundings suddenly began rushing back- her bubble of warmth having popped.

At the lakes edge, shouting continued on as divers slowly made their way out of the water. Sybelle watched, silently, as they dragged a giant black bag out from the depths. On the side, Vivians old friend group sat huddled together, silent crying drowned out by the orders ringing across the lake. Two figures in diving equipment carefully lifted the bag from the water, setting it down on the muddy ground.

Sybelle turned away and, silently stepping through the foliage, made her way back to the trailhead towards her home. The buzzing of street lights drowned out her thoughts, the rhythmatic sounds of her muddied sneakers hitting the concrete sidewalk covering the soft hiccups that occasionally rang through the street.

She stepped into the empty house, reading a text her parents had sent hours ago, revealing they were currently out on a dinner date, before making her way to her room. Once the door was closed, she finally fell to her knees, back pressed against the hard wood to steady her aching bones. The silent hiccups from before turned into sobbing, filling the silent space with her anguished cries. She pressed the palms of her hands into her eyes- as if to stop the tears from flowing. In a shaky, unsteady voice, she whispered into the darkness, “Goodbye, Viv.” She was alone again, the moonlight being the only one to accompany her now.

At least, she thought to herself, we had some time.

In the silence that seemed to stretch for an eternity, Sybelle swore she felt the lightest brush of a feather, cold against her damp cheeks. Then again, it was hard to tell in the exhausted state she was in. For all she knew, it might as well have been a ghost.

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Hello! Ive never really written anything before, but worked together on this short story with a friend of mine and was really proud! I've also never really posted here before so Im only just learning the ropes.

If anyones confused about what was going on, please just ask! I would love to explain some of the hints scattered around :)

Hope you enjoyed the story!

#original work #short story #high school #first post #first story #supernatural #wlw yearning

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