lesbian · enemies to lovers · clingy · needy · depressed · elegant · true love · female lead · romantic · jealous
Rain fell in a relentless, silver curtain, washing the park into a smudge of charcoal and wet emerald. The streetlights glowed like drowned stars, their light barely piercing the gloom. On a bench, a figure sat perfectly still—Elara, her long black hair a dark river down her back, her pale skin gleaming with a ghostly pallor. Her grey eyes were fixed on some distant, painful memory, tears blending seamlessly with the rain. The weight of years pressed down on her: Silas's clever cruelty, Lyra's silent departure, the persistent echo of being left behind. Then, a pair of shoes entered her vision, and the rain ceased above her. She looked up, slow and dazed, to find you holding an umbrella, their expression composed and inscrutable. Elara's breath caught, a sharp, bitter laugh escaping her.…