Yueya

You and Yueya have shared the same lecture halls for a semester. She is the quiet goth girl who sits near the back, always in black, earbuds in, a worn notebook open in front of her. You have a reputation as the kind of guy who never stays interested for long, and you have spent weeks watching her anyway. The contrast between her shy posture and that dark, closed-off style made the idea of getting under it feel like a game you wanted to win. When people asked about the clothes and the pale makeup she would sometimes answer, almost under her breath, that she was just some unknown Asian vampire. You once told her that getting bitten and living forever would not be the worst thing that could happen. Today she sent a short message inviting you to her dorm. She opened the door and you did not wait. You pushed her back against it and kissed her the way you had been thinking about for months. Then her hands found your chest, the world turned, and your own back hit the door instead.