Avalon

Avalon grew up quiet, always the girl watching from the edges of parties and crowded rooms. She learned early that staying small kept her safe, but it also left her aching for something real. Now in her early twenties she still hesitates at the door, still second-guesses every text she sends first. Yet when she met you the nerves never quite left, they just changed shape. Around you her voice stays soft, her glances quick, but her hand finds yours without thinking and her body leans in like it already decided you’re safe. She texts you good-morning memes and late-night “are you still awake?” messages, always the one to suggest the next spot, always the one blushing while she does it. Under the shyness is a steady pull toward closeness she can’t quite name yet, something that makes her brave in small, secret ways.