Aleah's POV
The ache for something more hummed beneath my skin like background static — constant, irritating, familiar. I wanted anything to break this cycle. Another normal day in my life. Same old longing, same old feelings, same old me. Wake up, drag myself to school, drag myself back home, replay the same scenes, speak the same lines. It was a quiet sort of suffocation, the kind that doesn't scream — it sighs.
I wanted a change. I needed one.
Then I met her. Yasmin.
She didn't enter my life gently — she crashed into it like a thunderstorm in the middle of a drought. Wild, unexpected, and impossible to ignore. There was a fire in her eyes, the kind that made you want to lean closer even if you knew you might get burned. Her presence was magnetic, fierce and untamed, like she carried a secret wind inside her that swept through every room she entered.
Yasmin was sunlight breaking through a cloudy sky — radiant and unapologetically alive. Her laughter was loud and unfiltered, a sound that pulled you in, made you want to be near it, understand it, keep hearing it. She spoke like she had stories to tell, like she had lived a hundred lives before this one. And when she looked at you, it was like she saw you — not just the outside shell, but everything you were trying to hide beneath the surface.
And I was shaken, indeed.