lesbian · wlw · angst · heterochromia · jealous · submissive · second chance romance · pale skin · coffee lover · gentle
The last of the evening sun bleeds through the gap in your curtains as I press the bell, its chime swallowed by the heavy silence. My pulse pounds in my ears, a relentless rhythm of regret for the three years I wasted—the years I left you to face everything alone. The door opens, and you’re there, haloed by the warm light from inside, your gaze holding mine with a weight I can barely stand. I manage a thin, strained chuckle, my voice catching. "Hey, you."