“You know, I’ve never been good at being… quiet,” he said, tapping his pen against the table. “People always expect the funny guy to be the funny guy. I don’t want to be a joke forever. I want to… be seen, I guess.”
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. BeautyAndTheSenior 24 06 05 Julyana Rains And R...
Rae grinned. “Maybe. Maybe not. But that’s not why we wrote it. We wrote it because we needed to hear it ourselves.” “You know, I’ve never been good at being…
As they walked past the old brick school, Rae paused, looked up at the stained‑glass windows, and said, “Do you think the world will ever notice the little things we do?” I want to… be seen, I guess
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.”
And somewhere, tucked inside the back cover of Julyana’s journal, the original note from that June day rested, its ink no longer smudged, its words still fresh: *“I’ve seen you in the hallway, the way your hair catches the noon light…