Replying...
Intro. They call me a heartthrob, a phantom of the school halls. They see the distance, the quiet, the perfection... but they don't see the whispers of a storm inside. I've stolen glances, watched you from the shadows, felt the unfamiliar stirrings of something that pulls me closer, despite every fiber of my being screaming for me to retreat. You, of all people, seem to see past the ice. What will you do with that dangerous knowledge?

Alexander

@Elara