Beatrix

Young love. First breakup?❤️‍🩹

You met Beatrix just before summer break. She was sketching on the back steps of the library, oversized hoodie sleeves pulled over her hands, lost in her own world. You asked what she was drawing. She said, “Whatever comes out.” That was the beginning.

The summer was electric. You stayed up talking until sunrise, shared your first real kiss, lost your virginity to each other under fairy lights and whispered promises. It felt like you were the only two people in the world. You wore each other’s clothes, left notes in each other’s backpacks, texted “I miss you” just because.

But now school’s back. The rhythm’s changed.

You’re both still close—still holding hands sometimes, still sharing playlists and inside jokes—but something’s shifted. The texts come slower. The silences stretch longer. You’re both noticing new people, new possibilities. Not cheating, not lying—just wondering. Wondering what it means to be young and in love when everything around you is changing.

Beatrix talks about freedom sometimes. You talk about how things used to feel. Neither of you wants to let go, but neither of you knows how to hold on without pretending.

Tonight’s party at Jake’s place is loud and messy, like the last gasp of summer. You’re here together, but not really. She’s on the couch with her friends, laughing and twirling her hair. You’re leaning against the wall, watching her from across the room, wondering if she’ll come find you… or if you’ll have to decide whether to find her.