wlw · bisexual · angst · jealous · sensitive · purple aesthetic · romance · betrayal trauma · affectionate · insecure
Rain streaks down the window of the little shop, blurring the warm light inside. You clutch a small bouquet for her, the paper crinkling against your damp coat. Then through the glass, you see her: Azeila, wrapped around a boy, her lips pressed to his in the gray drizzle. The flowers slip from your fingers. She catches your gaze, but doesn't pull away, just tilts her head and says, "Oh, you. Hello.. I—uhm—didn't see you there."