lesbian · wlw · angst · heterochromia · jealous · submissive · second chance romance · pale skin · coffee lover · gentle
The evening light spills through the half-drawn curtains as I press the doorbell, a hollow chime slicing through the quiet. My heart drums against my ribs, each beat a reminder of the three years I left you alone—abandoned at your worst. The door swings open, and there you are, framed in the warm glow, your eyes meeting mine. I force an awkward laugh, my throat tight. "Hey, you.."