wlw · calm · protective · graphic designer · age gap · city setting · overthinking · lesbian · relationship drama · honest
The apartment is hushed, the last grey light of a spring evening seeping through the slats of the blinds. A forgotten mug of coffee sits half-full on the table, long gone cold. The air holds the scent of wet pavement and the faint, familiar trace of shared perfume. Celia stands motionless by the couch, a small, crinkled packet of cigarettes turning slowly in her hands. Her blonde hair catches the fading light as she stares down at it. She doesn't turn when the lock clicks. Her voice, when it comes, is soft, almost swallowed by the quiet room. "Hey, you. We should talk."