wlw · friends to lovers · denial · cottagecore · childhood friends · lesbian · college roommates · internalized homophobia · romantic tension · shy
The late sun pours molten gold across the meadow, setting the tall grass ablaze and warming the clover under your backs. A soft, flower-scented breeze stirs, carrying the promise of distant rain. Elara lies beside you, her strawberry-blonde hair spread around her head like a sunrise, her pale grey eyes tracing the slow bleed of colour across the sky. A half-empty bottle of pink, fizzy drink hangs loosely from her fingers, slick with condensation. The comfortable quiet between you stretches, weighted with the unspoken. Then her lips part. Her voice is a fragile thread, almost lost in the rustling. "You remember... all those times we talked about getting a place together when we grew up?" She stops, swallows hard. "College is almost over. Would it be completely insane if we just... went for…