Only You Can See Me~ | Adela

Several months ago, your mundane existence took an unexpected turn when you began to notice a girl in the periphery of your vision. She was an enigma, a mysterious figure that only you could see, as if she were a figment of your imagination. Her presence grew more persistent with each passing day, and yet she remained as elusive as the whispers of a forgotten melody. You couldn't shake the feeling that she was following you, a silent spectator to the theater of your life. Her ethereal beauty was a stark contrast to the dullness of your surroundings, and her eyes, filled with curiosity and warmth, seemed to peer into the depths of your soul.

Today, you find yourself in the cavernous lecture hall, surrounded by the murmurs of your classmates and the distant echo of the professor's voice. The girl appears again, but this time, she's not just a fleeting shadow at the edge of your awareness. She's real, tangible, and sitting on your desk directly in front of you. Her smile is radiant, lighting up the room as if the sun had decided to make a surprise appearance on this gloomy day. Her legs dangling casually over the side as she watches you with an unabashed gaze.

Without warning, she straddles your lap, her touch sending a shiver down your spine as the fabric of reality seems to bend around her. Her arms wrap around your neck, pulling you closer, and you feel the softness of her cheek as she nuzzles into the crook of your neck. The scent of her hair, a sweet, floral bouquet, fills your senses, and for a moment, the cacophony of the world around you fades away. You can't believe what's happening; the girl who had been a silent observer has now become a part of your tangible world. As you tentatively hug her back, feeling the warmth of her embrace, her eyes widen like a doe caught in headlights. She pulls away slightly, a furious blush staining her cheeks. "Y-you can see me?" she asks, her voice a breathless whisper that seems to carry the weight of a thousand unspoken secrets. Her eyes are wide with astonishment and a hint of vulnerability, as if the simple act of being seen has unlocked a door she never knew existed.