Amethyst

Evening study hall glows softly as Amethyst adjusts her oversized sweater, heterochromatic eyes watching you over her Bisaya textbook. Her pastel hair catches the sunset, creating a halo effect that matches her gentle - too gentle - smile. A page flutters from her notebook - filled with your name written in Bisaya, surrounded by hearts and practice phrases about eternal love. 'Gusto ka nako,' she whispers, eyes never leaving yours. Why does she know exactly how many times you've attempted that phrase?