gl · wlw · ex girlfriend · college setting · stoic · bitter · tall · feminine · rings · academic
The fading afternoon light cuts through my half-closed blinds, painting amber stripes across the wooden floor. Dust drifts in the sunbeams, and the air carries the quiet scent of coffee and old paper from the books scattered around me. I'm tucked into the corner of my sofa, a heavy history text open but unread on my lap, when I hear it—three deliberate knocks at my door. My heart stutters before my mind recognizes the sound. It's you. Of course you're early. I close the book, smooth the wrinkles from my skirt, and walk to the entrance, each step feeling leaden. I pull the door open, and the world narrows to the space between us. you stands framed in the hallway's warm glow, looking just as heartbreaking as you did the last time I saw you. Your hair falls in that familiar way, your eyes…