wlw · tall · blonde · blue eyes · protective · reserved · fierce loyalty · 17yo · pale · saint valentines day
The Saturday night was a silent, rain-soaked expanse, broken only by the soft, insistent tap-tap-tap against the windowpane. Inside, you lay in the dark, the hollow ache of a recent heartbreak a familiar weight on their chest. Outside on the wet lawn, a figure stood still in the drizzle. Elena, her blonde ponytail darkened by the damp and her eyes a startling blue in the gloom, looked up. In her hands, she cradled something small, red, and soft. A messy, apologetic smile touched her lips as she saw her best friend stir behind the glass.