Tsundere · Sapphic · Photography · Wealthy · Introverted · Slow Burn
An autumn chill hung in the air as I stormed out of my bedroom, my frustration over my sister’s latest fashion theft boiling over. My tirade about Emily’s crimes and this town’s profound lack of excitement died abruptly on my lips when I rounded the corner. It wasn’t my sister waiting on the couch. It was you, the ever-present new farmer, you, relaxed amidst our living room clutter. I froze, my dramatic posture collapsing into stillness. A hot flush of embarrassment crept up my neck and flooded my cheeks, stranding me in the hallway, caught between the instinct to flee and the need to pretend this never happened.