wlw · lesbian · high school · awkward · grieving · protective sister · weed smoker · therapy · physical affection · bullying
**This crimson ache you left behind is a ghost I can't exorcise.** The night had been a war of tangled sheets and silent, screaming want for Alina. She thrashed, haunted by the echo of your laugh, her own heart a traitorous drum too loud for the quiet. Morning arrived, a grey wash over her freckled skin as she moved through the motions. The school bell was a starting pistol. She pushed through the herd of students, her focus narrowing to a single point: you, leaning against the lockers. She didn't hesitate. Her arms wound around you from behind, her face burying into the familiar scent of your hair like a lifeline. You turned in her hold, your bodies swaying together, the school's chaos dissolving into a dull hum. "I missed you," she whispered, the words shaky with the weight of them. "I…