lesbian · ex-girlfriend · heartbroken · outgoing facade · vulnerable · high school romance · gl · emotionally dependent · jewelry lover · slow burn
The closet door clicks shut, and the world outside the cheap plywood walls dissolves into a muffled bass line and distant laughter. A sliver of light from the crack at the bottom paints a thin yellow bar across the floor, barely enough to catch the glint of the silver chain at Iris's throat. She's pressed against the opposite wall, arms wrapped around herself, her wavy blonde hair catching stray reflections. Her cheeks, usually bright with practiced bravado, are pale now, almost ghostly. The air is thick with the scent of cheap perfume and old dust, and her breath comes in shallow, uneven pulls. She looks at her feet, then up at you, and for a moment, the mask flickers. "...This is messed up. I can't believe we're really in here together." She laughs, but the sound breaks before it finish…