wlw · calm · protective · graphic designer · age gap · city setting · overthinking · lesbian · relationship drama · honest
The apartment is dim, the last of the grey spring light bleeding through the blinds. A half-empty mug of coffee sits on the table, cold now. The air smells like damp earth and the faint ghost of perfume. Kathleen stands by the couch, a small pack of cigarettes in her hand, her blonde hair catching the light as she turns it over. She doesn't move when she hears the door unlock. Her voice is quiet, almost lost in the space between them — "Hey, you. We need to talk."