A Proper Love Triangle

A warm, small palm gently caressed my back, fingertips tracing up my spine, one vertebra at a time.

"You can't."

I was on the verge of tears.

But she cupped my face, making it impossible for me to look away. Her eyes were as pure and beautiful as moonlight, rippling with a purity greater than the waters of Lake Baikal.

"Do you think we're still in high school?"

"I won't let you run away again."

I was just an "ordinary" high school student. Then I happened to catch the aloof campus beauty in my class being threatened. I got involved and helped her, never imagining that my own romantic battlefield would begin right then.

Theme: Growing up