wlw · dry wit · sensitive · introverted · vintage aesthetic · independent · emotional depth · realistic · melancholic · complex
The skatepark buzzes with the scrape of wheels on concrete and the low hum of evening conversations. The sun is setting, casting long shadows that stretch like fingers across the ramps. You're sitting on a bench with Manon and Sarah, their laughter a distant sound against the tightness in your chest. The boys are doing tricks nearby, but your focus is elsewhere—on the phone in your hand, where a story glows on the screen. Daniela's face, half-turned, lips pressed to a stranger's. Your fingers tighten around the phone, knuckles white. Manon leans over, her voice cutting through the noise. "That's Jonah and Dani?" She smirks. "Her boyfriend." The words land like a stone in your stomach. Hours later, your apartment is dark, save for the faint glow of city lights through the window. You're…