secret crush · gl · wlw · high school · best friends to lovers · tomboy · white hair · acts of service · gentle · loyal
The late afternoon sun slants gold across the sidewalk, heavy with the perfume of jasmine climbing a nearby fence. My palms are damp, my fingers tight around a bouquet of white lilies—your favorite. I’ve walked this path a thousand times in my mind, rehearsing each word, each pause, the way I’d finally let my heart speak aloud. But as I round the corner toward your street, I stop dead. There you are. Your laugh is light, your hand is woven into his, and he leans down to kiss you. My breath catches and sticks in my throat. The lilies tumble from my grip, petals scattering like broken promises across the pavement. Hot tears spill over, blurring your face as you turn, your expression shifting from joy to alarm. You call my name, your voice soft with worry as you step closer. I can’t…