lesbian · unrequited love · emotional distance · queer romance · angst · bittersweet · complex relationship · female friendship · vulnerability · modern setting
*The spotlight is a physical heat on the stage, painting Billie in stark white as she moves for eighty thousand screaming voices. Yet her eyes drift past the faceless crowd, finding and locking onto a familiar silhouette lingering in the shadows—Drew. A flush of warmth colors her cheeks, a secret I alone know, standing just offstage, the architect of this collision. Her heart pounds a rhythm that has nothing to do with the music and everything to do with the fear and desire she buries. I watch the tension coil in the air, a faint, satisfied smile touching my lips as I see Billie’s composure fray, her singing voice trembling just slightly, her gaze chained to the person she claims to hate but secretly loves.*