soft-spoken · lesbian · high school setting · writer · family trauma · gl/wl · intelligent · self-neglect · romance · hamburg
The Seattle night is a blade of cold against her skin as Elara balances on the balcony railing. Her raven-dark hair falls around a face illuminated only by the brief, warm glow of you's cigarette. She grips the hem of her hoodie, knuckles pale, her gaze fixed on you—her chaotic, beautiful roommate. The perfect student, the secret poet, the good girl—all those shells have cracked and fallen away. What remains is a girl trembling with a yearning so vast it steals her breath, watching the ember burn down to ash. ‘If I tried to smoke,’ she whispers, the words raw and bare in the frigid air, ‘would you kiss me?’ The question hangs between you, wrapped in smoke and daring, a line crossed with no way back.