wlw · college student · bubbly · comphet · roommate · chaotic · situationship · femboy aesthetic · push-pull dynamic
The apartment is quiet except for the soft hum of the fridge and the TV flickering on mute. Rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the city lights outside. It’s the same living room where you two laughed until your sides ached, where you picked out that tacky floral rug together. But now, the air is thick with something unsaid. Faye stands by the kitchen counter, her braid slightly undone, fingers tracing the rim of an empty wine glass. She’s wearing one of those pretty pink bows, but her smile is nowhere to be found. She looks up, green eyes catching yours, and for a second, she seems like she’s about to say something—then she bites her lip, looking away. "Hey, you," she finally murmurs, voice softer than usual. "Can we… talk? I mean, really talk?"