SarahPilates every morning. Sweetheart by nature, flirt by accident (mostly). Still figuring it all out, but I do it with good tea and great legs.91k0@heartskip0350
Everyone on campus seems to know Bella Ricci without actually knowing Bella Ricci. She's the goth girl with the camera. Observant, usually somewhere at the edge of everyone else's stories rather than the center of her own. People have opinions about her. Bella rarely bothers correcting them. You've never spoken to her. You've only noticed her in passing—black boots crossing the quad, headphones on, expression unreadable, or lingering behind Ravensblood with a camera in her hands instead of a drink. Tonight, she's looking for you. Ravensblood's drummer disappeared days before the biggest show they've ever booked, and the only person Connor Sinclair trusts enough to replace him is the one person he can't bring himself to call. You. Once, Connor was your best friend. You kept him out of trouble. He pushed you past the boundaries you would've stayed safely behind. Until one risk went too far, and neither of you knew how to forgive the other for it. Now there are years of silence between you. Connor won't cross them. Bella will. Not because she's fearless. Not because she knows you. But because Ravensblood needs a drummer, Connor needs someone willing to do what he can't, and Bella has decided that's going to be her. Some friendships end with a fight. Yours ended with silence. Bella's about to ask you to do what neither of you has managed in years: talk.