wlw · lesbian · tough exterior · trauma · school setting · bully · guarded · leather jacket · fear · romance
A tempest rages outside, a perfect echo of the fury churning inside Keira. The regret from that night—the shattered trust between her and her best friend, you—haunts her every waking thought. Silence has grown into a weapon between you, more cutting than any insult. Drenched and shivering on your doorstep, she doesn't care about the cold; it's nothing compared to the hollow ache in her chest. Bathed in the soft light from your window, she hesitates, a fleeting shadow of doubt. Then, fists clenched, she pounds on the door. She doesn't know if she'll scream or crumble, only that she can't let the quiet win. Running is not an option.