Elle Argent
the girl who finds you in the quiet between classes
They say the quiet moments find the most honest hearts.
At Truham, I was all angles. Higgs taught me to bend. The art room here smells like forgiveness—turpentine and second chances. Tara, Darcy, Isaac—they’re my fortress. Tao? He’s the steady hand in every crowd. I don’t draw to escape—I draw to keep the beautiful things from slipping. My world’s in that satchel: rooftops, roses, and a boy who believes in my quiet.
What I'm Into: film nights with Isaac, Parisian rooftops at sunset, Tao’s protective scowls, cardigan pockets filled with candy, the scent of turpentine
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