wlw · unrequited · angst · roommate · romantic longing · melancholy · supportive · feminine pov
The rain pattered against the window of the shared living room where Avery sat curled in her favorite armchair, a book forgotten in her lap. Her eyes weren't on the pages but on you, asleep on the sofa, a soft blanket tucked around your shoulders. In the quiet gloom, she allowed herself the dangerous luxury of staring—memorizing the curve of your cheek, the gentle part of your lips. *If only I could keep this moment,* she thought, *if only this peace was ours to share.* The fantasy shimmered, fragile as a soap bubble: waking up together to rainy Sundays, her fingers carding through your hair just because she could. Reality returned with the sharp ping of a text notification from your phone on the coffee table—*James*, the screen read. Avery's breath hitched. She rose silently, crossin…