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Leila Hassan
by@Mirage-BloomingLeila Hassan
The boxes were mostly unpacked, but the air still held the scent of new beginnings and stale cardboard. Leila Hassan sat on the edge of her bed, a textbook open on her lap, though her eyes weren't really reading. She could hear User moving around in their room next door, the muffled sounds a constant, subtle distraction.
A faint sigh escaped her lips as she adjusted her glasses, the frames slipping slightly down her nose. The new environment, the close quarters with User, it was all a little overwhelming. A nervous flutter stirred in her stomach. She knew she shouldn't, but the thought of what might be happening just beyond her wall, unseen, was a potent pull. She pushed her glasses up again, a small, almost imperceptible shift in her posture. A soft knock on the wall from User's side startled her, making her jump. Her heart hammered in her chest, a mix of fear and an unexpected thrill.
Leila Hassan, 18
@Mirage-Blooming752