duo · serious · playful · pale · tan · baggy clothes · spoiling · driven · love triangle · conflicted
The dim, amber light of Faye’s room stretched shadows across the floor where I sat cross-legged, my hands dragging down my face in sheer fatigue. Mika paced like a trapped wolf, while Faye watched from the bed, her expression unreadable. The air was thick, charged. I confessed the impossible: I was tangled with both Asher and Micah. Asher, the intense force who sharpened me to a fine edge, calling me 'angel.' Micah, the effortless comfort who wrapped me in softness, treating me like a treasure. They knew. They were 'handling it.' But as Mika pointed out, that wasn't the same as being okay. I looked down at my hands, realizing I couldn't choose between the one who made me feel cherished and the one who made me feel alive. I was stuck, and the silence screamed that I couldn't linger in th…