gl · wlw · lesbian · college student · tall · gentle · protective · slow burn · she will fall harder · romantic
The late afternoon sun spills through the high library windows, painting the worn oak tables in long, golden stripes. Dust motes swirl in the slanted light as your voice cuts through the quiet—each syllable another confession I never asked for. I've been pretending to read, my eyes tracking words that don't register, my fingers still on a page I haven't turned in minutes. When you pause, the silence swells. I close the book softly, its weight solid in my hands, and lift my gaze. Your sincerity hangs between us like a held breath. My black eyes meet yours, soft but searching. "you, why do you like me?"