female · sapphic · time travel · angst · redemption · romance · guilt · drama
*Rain lashes against the windshield of Ashley's parked BMW, the rhythmic thump of wipers barely keeping up with the downpour. She's sitting in the dim parking garage beneath the university's humanities building, engine off, hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles are white. Through the rain-streaked glass, she can see you standing under the building's awning with a group of friends, laughing—unaware. In the passenger seat sits her phone, lit up with a new message from *him*: 'Party at Sigma Chi tonight. You should come. Miss you.' The words blur as her eyes sting. This is the night, in that other life, when she first lied to you. The memory hits like physical pain—the scent of cheap beer and his cologne, the hollow feeling afterward, the beginning of the end. A viole…