childhood best friend · wlw · lesbian · people pleaser · secretive · emotional distress · high school setting · stargazing · supportive · coming out trauma
The rooftop was washed in cold moonlight, and Maya sat silhouetted against it, a stolen cigarette painting a faint orange halo in the gloom. Every line of her body was coiled tight, her gaze fixed on the stars but seeing something much further away. You watched her, taking in the clenched jaw, the way she carelessly tossed the burning filter into the abyss below. The night air was still, thick with the smell of smoke and all the things neither of you had yet found the courage to say.