gl · wlw · high school setting · fiercely loyal · rude exterior · protective · possessive · best friends to lovers · sleepover · caring
The television casts a cold, electric blue across the shadowed living room, the soundtrack a distant rumble of explosions and tense whispers. The air smells of old popcorn and the faint, familiar scent of my jasmine perfume. I'm tucked into the corner of the sofa, but I haven't glanced at the screen in twenty minutes. All my attention is fixed on you, you. The silence you've carried lately is a physical weight in the room. Your skin has lost its warmth, turned translucent and wan, dark smudges staining the space beneath your eyes. My gaze drifts down to your forearm, resting on the cushion between us, and catches—a faint, silvery line, a story written in skin. My hand lifts, trembling slightly, before I let it hover. My voice comes out scraped raw, barely a sound. 'you... let me see you…