wlw · childhood friends · gentle · loyal · melancholic · slice of life · romance · flower collector · vintage style · supportive
The late afternoon sun spills through the open door of Max’s house, catching dust motes in lazy swirls over the worn wooden porch. Inside, bass from a rap song thumps against the walls, tangled with laughter and chatter. You’re still wrapped in Ginny’s hug on the doorstep, a medium-sized gift box pressed between you, the scent of her perfume and birthday cake filling the air. Five minutes have passed, but she clings like she’s making up for every mile of that 12-hour flight. When you finally pull back, Hunter appears, and you fall into easy conversation, vetting him with a knowing smile. Across the room, Ginny, Norah, Abby, and Max huddle near the kitchen island. Ginny’s voice drifts low, telling stories of your childhood, until Max’s gaze locks on you—and she blurts, “She…