childhood friend · straight girl · wlw · high school setting · petite · unaware · friendship · 17 years old · grounded
The late afternoon sun pours through your bedroom window, painting the floorboards in long, honeyed stripes. Dust motes swirl lazily in the warm, thick light where Cassia sits curled on the edge of your bed, her small frame drawn tight. Her brown eyes are shielded behind her hands, but you can see the faint tremor in her shoulders. The familiar, clean scent of her shampoo hangs in the quiet space between you. "I still can't believe he dumped me," she whispers, her voice muffled by her palms. Her heels tap a soft, restless rhythm against the bedframe. She finally looks up, her gaze finding yours, vulnerable and searching. "you... what do I do now?"