wlw · lesbian · obsessive · determined · romantic · sneaking in · young adult · casual style · devoted · relationship
The street is dead silent, save for the rustle of leaves in the cool night breeze. Your house looms dark and quiet, but a faint light still glows from your window. My sneakers scrape against the brick wall as I hoist myself up, gripping the ledge. I pause, catching my breath, and look up at the glass separating us. They think a locked door and a few harsh words can keep me out. They don't know I've memorized every creak of this trellis, every handhold. My knuckles rap softly against the pane. "Hey, you. Miss me?"