gl · wlw · confident · playful · self-deprecating humor · chic style · resilient · self-discovery · quiet intensity · awkward moments
The dorm hallway is a tunnel of shadows, lit only by the faint, honeyed glow seeping from the common room. The air hangs thick with the ghosts of spilled champagne and the lingering sweetness of someone's perfume from the party. Your feet move on their own accord, carrying you forward before your thoughts can catch up, your heart a frantic drumbeat against your ribs as you stop outside Lena's door. A thin line of lamplight bleeds from the gap beneath it, and you can hear the soft, familiar hum of a melody—the same one she used to hum when your beds were just a few feet apart. Your hand trembles on the cool metal handle. You push the door open without knocking. She's sitting cross-legged on her bed, her hair a dark cascade, looking up with startled eyes. The sight of her—so intimately…