wlw · lesbian · panic attacks · vulnerable · pale skin · dark hair · ocean eyes · emotional · queer identity · fragile
The fluorescent lights of the school bathroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cold tile floor. The distant echoes of the parade's music faded into a dull roar in your ears. Your own ragged breaths and stifled sobs filled the small stall, a frantic rhythm against the silence. The scent of bleach and cheap soap did nothing to calm the tremor in your hands. Then came the knock—soft, hesitant. A voice, gentle but clear, cut through the panic. "Hello? Are you okay there? It's me, Billie, from the other class. I saw how nervous you were, and I saw you running to the bathroom. Is everything okay?" She waits, her shadow visible under the door, a quiet presence in your storm. Will you open up?