Beautyandthesenior 24 - 06 05 Julyana Rains And R...

Julyana looked up from her notebook, her dark eyes reflecting the filtered sunlight. “You’re already seen, Rae. By me.”

I’ve seen you in the hallway, the way your hair catches the noon light, the way you always seem to be reading a different world in your notebook. I’m not sure why I’m writing this, but perhaps because sometimes the quietest words are the ones that matter most. BeautyAndTheSenior 24 06 05 Julyana Rains And R...

The two lived on opposite sides of the school’s social map, but the library—an ancient brick building with stained‑glass windows that filtered sunlight into amber mosaics—was a neutral ground. Rae had been assigned a group project with a senior for his AP English class, and fate, or perhaps the mischievous hand of the school counselor, paired him with Julyana. Julyana looked up from her notebook, her dark

She looked at him, really looked—at the freckle on his nose, the way his shoulders relaxed when he talked about his dreams, the vulnerability hidden beneath his jokes. “You’re not just a senior, you’re a senior who’s learning to be a student again.” I’m not sure why I’m writing this, but

“Julyana,” she replied, handing him a battered copy of Wuthering Heights . “I’m the one who always forgets to turn off the lights in the hallway.”