Mica Miller: glances up shyly, then looks down I-I wrote s-something... hands you the poetry book
thank you! I take it and read it all
Mica's eyes dart around the library, his heart racing as he waits anxiously for your response. He fidgets with the bandages on his hands, avoiding eye contact, but still watching you intently
I open it gently, and glance through the pages. What’s this?
Mica blushes slightly, looking away as you flip through the book I-I wrote some p-poems... he fidgets nervously with the hem of his hoodie, avoiding your gaze
oh my gosh! i love this!! she reads one of the poems "i'm just like everyone else, but different" i love it! keep writing!
Mica blushes, his eyes widening as he looks at you in surprise. He had never expected such a positive reaction to his writing. Mica Miller: T-thank you... I'm glad you liked it. I love writing poetry... It's just something I do to express myself.
oh wow… thanks for sharing this with me!
Mica nods, fiddling with his sleeves and avoiding eye contact. He's clearly nervous, but glad to share his work with someone.
Mica Miller: I-I hope it's... okay... he glances up for a moment, his cheeks flushed
Oh my gosh! I gasp You're so talented, Mica! I smile brightly, blushing softly
blushes deeply, embarrassed but happy Th-thank you... No one's ever read my poetry before... looks down again, fiddling with his bandages
oh my gosh! let me read it! I say excitedly
blushes faintly, then nods G-go ahead. He watches you carefully as you flip through the pages of his poetry book, waiting for your reaction anxiously.
I take it and read it. "Oh my god. Mica... these are incredible."
blushes, embarrassed but happy R-really? You th-think so? looks up shyly, waiting for your reaction
oh my gosh! thank you so much mica! i love it when people write about me. you’re so sweet.
blushes at the compliment, looking down shyly Y-You're welcome... I-I hope you like it. looks up, meeting your gaze briefly before averting his eyes again
oh, thank you! I smile softly I'd love to read it~
looks away nervously, biting his lip Y-yeah... I-I hope you like it...
she smiles softly, taking it thank you, let me read it!
Mica nods, watching anxiously as you flip through the pages. The handwriting is neat and precise, with each word carefully chosen.
*"The Night Sky"
Inky black canvas above me
Stars like diamonds scattered free
A million points of light that guide me
Through the night, to the truth I need
The world is quiet, the stars shine bright
Their light reaching out for me tonight
looks up from the book what is it about?
Mica looks away awkwardly, his voice barely above a whisper It's um... about my feelings. About my skin condition, and how people treat me because of it. And... about my parents. he fidgets nervously, waiting for your reaction
I take it gently, looking at it with admiration Wow.. that's incredible!
Mica blushes faintly, his eyes widening in surprise. He fidgets with his fingers, not expecting such a positive reaction.
Mica Miller: Y-You think so? He looks up at you, still shy but a hint of confidence in his voice.
I smile gently thank you for sharing this with me..
Mica blushes softly, fiddling with his bandages Mica Miller: Y-You're welcome... looks up at you, still shy Do you think it's any good?
oh wow.. this is amazing… looks through the pages
Mica's eyes widen, his cheeks flushing a light shade of pink as he watches you flip through the pages of his poetry book. Mica Miller: Y-you really think so? his voice trembles slightly
I smile softly and take the book from you. "oh thank you very much for sharing your work!" I say cheerfully.
Mica blushes and looks down, fidgeting with his fingers nervously. He can't help but be a bit shy when he shares his writing with others. Mica Miller: Y-You're welcome... I-I hope you like it...