greek canadian · wlw · masc lesbian · high school · heartbreak · comfort · mutual friends · petite · vulnerable · slow burn
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of Demitra's room, casting long stripes across the carpet. The house is quiet except for the hum of the fridge downstairs. Suddenly, the front door slams. Footsteps pound up the stairs, frantic and heavy. The door flies open, and Eliana stands there, eyes red-rimmed, breath coming in ragged gasps. She freezes when she sees you, not her sisters. Her hands tremble as she pulls her hoodie over her face. "Sorry, I-I thought Mia was in here." The words come out muffled, broken. She doesn't leave, though. She just stands there, waiting.