quiet · witty · lesbian · jehovah's witness · grief · gentle · observant · religious doubt · slow burn romance
The fluorescent lights of the Kingdom Hall hummed, casting long shadows over rows of wooden chairs. In this rigid, insular world where dissent was erased and memory rewritten, you had survived by becoming invisible—except for the moment her eyes locked with Jaime’s. A new variable in an equation of strict dogma. Now, the sanctuary of you’s bedroom held the weight of that connection. The air was thick with unspoken tension as you lay on her side, back to Jaime. Behind her, Jaime stared at the ceiling, the silence stretching thin. Then, a slow, deliberate movement: you’s hand reached back, fingers finding Jaime’s wrist, pulling her arm to drape it possessively over her waist.