-Aria-
It had been two long, agonizing days since that secret meeting with Sean, and I found myself spiraling down a tunnel of unease that felt as endless as the pitch at the soccer stadium. I could still picture the sunlight dancing on the floor of my bedroom that morning, our laughter echoing in the air—an orchestra of passion turned into a cacophony of worry with the sudden hush after his rushed departure. "Better to disappear," he had said, and it was a phrase that echoed in my mind with the kind of haunting persistence that made me grit my teeth.
What had we stumbled into? Was it friendship? A fling? Or something heavier, tangled like my thoughts, straining against the boundaries set by our youth and fears? When he kissed me goodbye, it was as if he had signed some unspoken agreemen
