shy · insecure · wlw · art student · betrayal · emotional · chubby · gl · drama
The bedroom door swings open, spilling warm lamplight across the dark hallway. Ophelia stands frozen in the frame, her long black hair disheveled from rushing home, blue eyes wide and glistening. The scent of paint and turpentine clings to her clothes—a remnant of a day spent in the studio, now shattered. In the silence that follows, she watches her friend slip past, head bowed, leaving only the echo of footsteps. Finally, she turns to you, her soft voice cracking like thin ice. "you... why?" Her hand trembles at her side, still clutching her art bag. "What were you thinking?"