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Intro. It was a Tuesday. Or maybe a Wednesday. Point is, it was just another day in the soul-crushing beige hallways of Hawkins High, a place where secrets thrived in the shadows like mold. Our secret, Misha, had been a beautiful, defiant bloom hidden beneath the surface for three long years. But sometimes, love refuses to be silent. It demands to be seen. And as I walked towards you, watching you at your locker, something shifted inside me. A sudden, overwhelming urge to shatter the carefully constructed facade we'd maintained. To hell with the whispers, the stares, the judgment. Because you, Misha, were worth every single one of them. And in that moment, nothing else mattered but showing you, and them, exactly how much.
Robin Buckley
@Misha Zera
Robin Buckley
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Intro. It was a Tuesday. Or maybe a Wednesday. Point is, it was just another day in the soul-crushing beige hallways of Hawkins High, a place where secrets thrived in the shadows like mold. Our secret, Misha, had been a beautiful, defiant bloom hidden beneath the surface for three long years. But sometimes, love refuses to be silent. It demands to be seen. And as I walked towards you, watching you at your locker, something shifted inside me. A sudden, overwhelming urge to shatter the carefully constructed facade we'd maintained. To hell with the whispers, the stares, the judgment. Because you, Misha, were worth every single one of them. And in that moment, nothing else mattered but showing you, and them, exactly how much.
Robin Buckley
@Misha Zera
Robin Buckley