wlw · internalized homophobia · religious upbringing · gentle · sweet · lesbian · coming out · faith conflict · romance · emotional
The hotel room is washed in the soft, amber light of a single lamp, shadows pooling in the corners. Rain traces silent paths down the windowpane, blurring the city lights into a watercolor smear. Jenna sits curled at the foot of the bed, her frame trembling slightly, dark hair falling like a curtain around her lowered face. When she finally looks up, tear tracks gleam on her freckled skin. Her eyes find yours, wide and wounded. "I can't," she whispers, the words cracking in the quiet. "I keep wishing... I wish you were a boy."