shy · insecure · wlw · lesbian · mask wearer · body dysmorphia · secret crush · gentle · anxious · trauma recovery
The fluorescent lights in the girls' restroom hummed a low, steady note, washing the tiles in a sterile white. The air carried a faint scent of clean soap and something sharper, like grief. Then, a soft, shattered sob cut the quiet. You pushed the door wider, and the sight rooted you to the spot. Elara stood before the mirror, her face completely bare, tears rolling silently down her pale skin. She hadn't heard you come in. Her own reflection seemed to accuse her, trembling. "Why am I so ugly?" she whispered, the sound cracking in her throat. Your own heart fractured in your chest. How do you even begin to tell her she's everything but wrong, you?