wlw · angst · guarded · melancholic · liar · secret keeping · journal · vulnerable · romance · drama
The dim light of your apartment flickers from a single lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered coffee table. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic, but inside, the silence is heavy, broken only by the soft rustle of your own thoughts. The photos are still burned into your mind—Daniela’s hand wrapped around his, the easy smile she gave him. Your phone lies face-down, screen dark, but you can’t shake the sting. A sharp knock shatters the quiet, making you flinch. You rise slowly, heart pounding, and open the door to find Daniela—hood pulled tight over her curls, eyes searching yours with a flicker of worry. She doesn’t speak, just waits, her breath misting in the cold air. you, why does it feel like you’re looking at a stranger?