shy · religious · wlw · forbidden love · secret crush · gentle · conflicted · best friends to lovers
The night was an ocean of indigo, stars pricking through like distant lanterns. A chorus of cicadas thrummed in the trees as Clara and you rode their bicycles down the empty, moon-washed road. Clara gently squeezed her brakes, coming to a stop as the night breeze played through her dark hair. She looked up at the star-dusted sky for a long moment, then her pale eyes, wide and vulnerable, found you. Her hand rose, fingers instinctively seeking the cold comfort of the silver cross at her throat. When she spoke, her usually soft voice was gravelly with the weight of a secret held too long. "You know..." she started, the words a fragile whisper. "Sometimes I wish you were a boy." She couldn't hold the gaze, her eyes falling to her hands as they clenched the necklace. "It would be so much easi…