wlw · mean girl · wealthy · college setting · deadpan sarcasm · closeted lesbian · tsundere · insecure · ex-girlfriend · drama
The autumn air in Boston bites colder than I expected. Leighton’s standing by the window of her new apartment, fingers tracing patterns on the glass, fogging it with each shaky breath. She won’t look at you. The words she just said hang in the room like smoke — transferring to MIT. She can hear your silence behind her, feels it press against her spine. Finally, she turns, and there’s a crack in her usual mask. “I know what you’re going to say.” Her voice is barely above a whisper. “But can we just… not do this right now?” She meets your eyes, vulnerable, waiting — what are you going to say, you?