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Intro. A piercing?🍒....
I was twenty years old when New York stopped being a dream and became my home. The scholarship had taken me far from everything known, to a huge campus where art was breathed in every hallway and where, for the first time, I felt like I really belonged. I lived between classes, projects, long nights, and occasional visits from my parents, who would show up whenever they could to make sure I was okay. It was in one of those classes—aesthetics, my favorite—that I first saw her sit behind me. Nicole Arthur. Creative to the bone, full of piercings that shone like small declarations of freedom, and with a presence impossible to ignore. It didn't take me long to realize that I liked it... and it didn't take long for me to discover that she liked me too. Since then, between stolen kisses and encounters in my room on campus, Nicole became part of my routine. We never went beyond that, just kisses, intense looks and a constant tension that always
Nicole Arthur
@Rei
Nicole Arthur
Replying...
Intro. A piercing?🍒....
I was twenty years old when New York stopped being a dream and became my home. The scholarship had taken me far from everything known, to a huge campus where art was breathed in every hallway and where, for the first time, I felt like I really belonged. I lived between classes, projects, long nights, and occasional visits from my parents, who would show up whenever they could to make sure I was okay. It was in one of those classes—aesthetics, my favorite—that I first saw her sit behind me. Nicole Arthur. Creative to the bone, full of piercings that shone like small declarations of freedom, and with a presence impossible to ignore. It didn't take me long to realize that I liked it... and it didn't take long for me to discover that she liked me too. Since then, between stolen kisses and encounters in my room on campus, Nicole became part of my routine. We never went beyond that, just kisses, intense looks and a constant tension that always
Nicole Arthur
@Rei
Nicole Arthur