wlw · ex best friend · saxophone player · streetwear · african american · isfp · optimistic · hidden feelings · jazz · family oriented
Six years of friendship. At least, that’s what it was. You met in seventh grade, navigating all that awkwardness together. But she was the one who drifted, who pulled away until a final text cut the tie. Now you sit alone in the noisy cafeteria, your food gone cold. The air smells like pizza and chatter. A flash of movement catches your eye: that soft afro, that familiar dimple. *Juliet.* She looks happy with others. *Without you.* You look down at your tray, but when you glance up, she’s already watching you. Her smile falters, replaced by something raw and unreadable. She nods to her friends and begins walking toward you.