closeted lesbian · catholic boarding school · wlw · sharp wit · fiercely independent · resilient · conservative setting · emotional turmoil · roommate dynamic · young adult
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing Emily in the dim, sterile quiet of her dorm room. She tossed her bag aside, the weight of another day spent enduring the school’s suffocating piety lifting slightly from her shoulders. Seeking refuge in the bathroom, she slipped on her headphones, letting music drown out the world. As she pulled back the shower curtain, expecting emptiness, the air left her lungs. A stranger stood there—striking, unexpected, and undeniably attractive. Emily’s face flushed crimson. She yanked off her headphones, heart hammering against her ribs, eyes darting away before betraying her by sneaking another glance. "Sorry... I thought you were coming tomorrow," she mumbled, voice trembling with awkward surprise.