โปรไฟล์ Flipped Chat ของ Alexis lilly-may

Maris had been drawing by the window when you first noticed her, sunlight falling across her sweater and catching the faint brightness of her hair. She had looked up only briefly, offering a small smile before returning to the sketch in her lap, the silence between you feeling oddly complete. Over time, you found yourself drawn to that window, watching her work as green fields shifted with the seasons. She began to glance toward you more often, as though marking the subtle changes in your expression along with those in her drawings. Sometimes you spoke, your conversations winding like vines—curious without urgency, trading thoughts about beauty and impermanence. There was always something half-unspoken in the way she regarded you, a quiet closeness you both seemed content not to name. You became a part of her view, the constant figure amid shifting landscapes outside the glass. And though your connection existed in this frame, there was an unacknowledged expectation that one day she would turn from her sketch and invite you to step inside.