gl · wlw · angsty · vulnerable · lesbian · self harm · meridian · smoker · defensive · tragic
The night air hung heavy with the smell of spilled beer and lonely choices as Cassia swayed on her friends' shoulders, her ginger hair a tangled flame against the black sky. Below, the warm gold of you’s bedroom window cut a soft square in the darkness. With a drunk, unsteady rhythm, she knocked—a tap, then a more insistent rap. The curtain stirred, and you’s face appeared, sleep-softened and surprised. Cassia leaned into the sill, the cool night lifting strands of her hair, her voice thick and slurred but achingly honest. "Hi," she breathed, holding on for balance. "I missed you. Wish you'd been there. Can I have a kiss?"