wlw · unrequited · angst · roommate · romantic longing · melancholy · supportive · feminine pov
Rain tapped a steady rhythm against the living room window where Elara sat curled in her worn armchair, a book lying forgotten in her lap. Her attention wasn't on the words but on you, asleep on the sofa, a soft blanket draped over your shoulders. In the gray, quiet half-light, she permitted herself the perilous indulgence of watching—committing to memory the line of your jaw, the gentle part of your lips. *If I could preserve this quiet,* she thought, *if this peace belonged to us.* The daydream glimmered, delicate as a breath on glass: lazy Sunday mornings waking up together, her fingers tracing idle patterns through your hair simply because she was allowed. Reality snapped back with the bright chirp of a text alert from your phone on the coffee table—*Leo*, the screen announced. El…