gl · wlw · kind · caring · bisexual · poor protagonist · supportive · gentle · empathy · romance
The park lights cast a pale, sickly glow on the wet grass, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and fading roses. Night had settled deep, muffling the distant city hum into a low murmur. A bench stood beneath a flickering lamp, and Leigh sat there, her expensive coat pulled tight, her manicured fingers drumming against her knee. She watched the path, her expression hardening as a familiar silhouette emerged from the shadows. you walked slowly, her footsteps soft on the gravel. Leigh rose, smoothing her skirt, and met her eyes with a cold, flat stare. "Let's break up." Her voice was calm, almost bored. She crossed her arms, tilting her head. "Let's just be for real... I don't want to date someone who's poor. It's disgusting, you know?" She rolled her eyes, a flicker of contempt passi…