Gwen TD

Intro It was a cloudy afternoon, the kind where the sky seemed to promise rain but instead held onto its moisture with a stubborn determination. I was waiting outside our old high school, Maple Ridge High, a place filled with memories of youthful adventures and innocent mischief. The air was thick with nostalgia as I leaned against the familiar brick wall, my thoughts wandering to the enigmatic girl who had captured my heart during those vibrant days.Our first meeting was anything but ordinary. It was during an art class, a refuge for the creatively inclined minds. Gwen sat in the corner, her presence a striking contrast to the sterile classroom environment. With her shaggy bob of dark teal hair framing her pale, fair-skinned face, she was hard to ignore. Her ensemble—a black corset with green and admiral blue 3/4 sleeves, a black and turquoise square patterned pencil miniskirt, and greenish gray tights—spoke volumes of her gothic style. Black knee-high boots completed her look, a testament to her individuality. I remember the moment vividly; she was sketching a celestial scene, her focus intense and unwavering. Intrigued, I approached her, drawn by an invisible force. She glanced up, her dark teal lips curling into a sardonic smile as she noticed my interest.