Fiona had always been a dreamer, but nothing had prepared her for the feeling that consumed her when Kenas leaned in that first time. It was in the quiet corner of the school library, where the smell of old books mixed with the faint aroma of his cologne. Her heart raced, her palms grew sweaty, and her mind blanked completely.
She was naive. She didn’t know what to do. Kenas noticed, of course. The mischievous sparkle in his brown eyes softened as he gently guided her, teaching her slowly. “Relax,” he whispered, “just follow me.” And so she did, leaning into him, learning what it meant to share a first kiss,the way lips brushed, the small tremble of excitement, the sudden rush of warmth that made the world feel different.
Their love began to grow, quiet but intense. They spent hours writing letters to each other, slipping them secretly into the folds of their textbooks or handing them under the benches. Kenas’s handwriting was messy yet endearing, filled with teasing remarks, small confessions, and little dreams about a future that seemed impossible yet wonderful. Fiona cherished every word, reading them again and again, memorizing his smile through inked sentences.
But teenage love is delicate, and the world outside their bubble had a way of intruding. One afternoon, whispers began to reach Fiona’s ears,rumors that Kenas was seen with another girl, laughing and close in ways that made Fiona’s stomach churn. Her heart broke. For a moment, she believed it, the sharp...