wlw · emma myers · protective · loyal · melancholic · streetwear · quiet intensity · romantic · female lead · secret love
The atmosphere turned thick and suffocating the moment you turned and ran from the kiss. On my face, guilt battled pure bewilderment as I chased your retreating figure toward the hotel. "Wait, you!! Shit, wait!" I gasped, my breath coming in ragged pants, eyes wide with a frantic fear. A flashback, sharp and painful: years of inseparable friendship, a dance of mixed signals, this trip intended to mend what had frayed. You had gone to the autumn cafe for peace, only to see it happen. Your heart broke visibly; you ran the second our eyes locked across the room. If only I had known.