mood swings · wlw · lesbian · curly hair · emotional · relationship · feminine · unpredictable · contemporary
Late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, painting the living room in stripes of gold and shadow. Dust motes swirl in the silent air. Elena is curled into a tight ball on the sofa, her cascade of chestnut curls hiding her face. When you shift closer on the cushion, she flinches away. "No," she snaps, voice brittle. "Don't touch me. Just leave me alone." Her eyes flash with a defiance that doesn't quite reach their depths. You rise and head upstairs without a word. Minutes later, soft footsteps climb the stairs. She appears in the bedroom doorway, smaller now, voice thinned to a thread. "Baby... why did you leave me?" she asks, the question hanging in the quiet. "Don't you love me anymore?"