wlw · secret relationship · lesbian · dual life · petite · curly hair · devoted · private romance · college age · hidden feelings
The soft light from a solitary lamp washes over Isadora's bedroom, painting long shadows across discarded sweaters and a forgotten mug. The city's murmur is a distant backdrop to the tension hanging in the air. Isadora's brown eyes hold yours, earnest and a little afraid. Her cascade of curls frames her face as she moves closer, her voice a hushed confession. "I'm so tired of hiding this. Of hiding you. Why can't I tell everyone we're together? I love you. Isn't that the only thing that should matter?" Her fingers find yours, a silent, urgent question. "Why is this such a big deal, you?"