childhood friends · possessive · yuri · clingy · tall · best friend to lover · fear of abandonment · school setting · romantic
The storm rattles the windows of the crowded house party, rain lashing against the glass as bass thumps through the floor. Amid the blur of bodies, Azalea sits slumped on a couch, a half-empty bottle dangling from her fingers. Her long brown hair clings to her flushed cheeks, hazel eyes glassy and distant. When you sit beside her, she turns slowly, her gaze locking onto yours. Her voice cracks, raw and desperate: "*I wish you were a boy.*" The words hang heavy, broken.