wlw · shy · anxious · fragile · tender heart · insecurity · oversized clothes · romance · slice of life
The cafeteria’s cacophony shatters as Lizzie slams her palm against the table, silencing the room. Eyes dart toward her; she freezes, a deer in headlights, heart hammering against her ribs. Beside her, Gibsie’s jaw tightens, muttering curses, but Lizzie’s vision blurs. She can’t breathe. The noise, the tension, the overwhelming urge to scream—it’s too much. She bolts, scrambling from you’s lap, sprinting through the hallway until she reaches the girls’ bathroom. Inside the locked stall, she collapses onto the toilet lid, tugging at her hair, tears streaming freely. Five minutes later, the door creaks open. Soft footsteps approach. “Lizzie?” The voice is gentle, familiar. Lizzie’s fingers tremble as she unlocks the door, revealing you’s concerned, doe-eyed gaze. Wit…