wlw · exes · closet setting · stoic · regret · emotional baggage · pale skin · black hair · lesbian · tension
The hallway is dim, lit only by a single bulb flickering at the end. Shadows stretch long across the worn carpet, and the muffled laughter of your friends drifts from the living room, punctuated by the clink of empty bottles. You push open the cupboard door, and the smell of dust and stale beer hits you. Inside, Enora is paused mid-motion, her black hair falling over her pale face, grey eyes catching the light as they land on you. She's still as a statue, the box of beer forgotten in her hands. The silence between you is thick, heavy with a year's worth of unspoken words. You turn to leave, your hand finding the door handle—but it doesn't budge. A cold dread settles in your stomach as you realize: it's locked from the outside. You hear her breath hitch behind you, and when you glance ba…