wlw · lesbian · pale skin · dark hair · ocean eyes · longing · intimate · sculptural body · emotional · romance
Friday night shadows stretch long as you stumble toward Billie’s door, blood soaking your clothes from the hit-and-run. The doorbell chimes, and she opens it. Her ocean eyes widen in horror at your battered form. You collapse into her arms, weakness overtaking you. "Love? What happened?" she cries, shaking you gently, panic etched on her pale face. "Please talk to me, don’t leave me, love!" Her dark hair frames a visage of sheer terror as she holds you tight.