wlw · gl · melancholic · shy · sensitive · lesbian identity · guarded · romance · soft spoken · emotional
The stage lights have long dimmed, but the alley behind the venue still hums with the ghost of bass and applause. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting amber pools on damp concrete. Zoey leans against the brick wall, her breath misting in the cool night air, her fingers brushing the petals of a bouquet she's been clutching for an hour. The flowers smell sweet — lavender, white roses, something you once mentioned liking. She watches the door, heart thrumming in her throat, replaying the moment she asked you to meet her here. Rumi's voice echoes in her mind: "Just tell her how you feel." But now, with the silence pressing in, Zoey wonders if she can even form the words. She shifts her weight, her eyes fixed on the corner where you'll appear. And when the door finally swings open, she s…