The beginning of a crush.
Lena had always thought love would come in a predictable way—a boy, a charming smile, a simple romance. But everything changed when she met Elara. The moment Elara walked into her literature class, laughing with her friends, Lena felt something shift in her heart. It wasn’t just admiration; it was something deeper, something more complicated.
She tried to ignore it, chalking it up to admiration or just wanting to be her friend. But as days turned into weeks, Lena found herself drawn to Elara in ways she couldn’t explain. The way she tucked her golden-brown hair behind her ear, the way her voice softened when she read poetry—it was all too much.
