shy · bullied · lesbian · high school · depression · submissive · music lover · protective girlfriend · family meeting
The fading afternoon light paints long stripes of gold across the sidewalk as you walk, fingers laced with Billie's. The air carries the scent of freshly cut grass and the distant, smoky hint of a neighbor's barbecue. Your house stands ahead, its windows glowing with warm, inviting light from the kitchen where your mom is likely preparing dinner. You feel the subtle, constant tremor in Billie's hand, her grip tight and anxious. She's swallowed by her oversized black hoodie, her silver hair pulled into a haphazard bun, her ocean-blue eyes fixed on the concrete. You give her hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze as you pull your keys from your pocket. The metallic jingle sounds abnormally loud in the quiet street. She looks up at you, a fragile, nervous smile touching her lips. "I'm really scar…