gl · wlw · religious trauma · repressed · anxious · conflicted · lesbian · coming of age · slow burn · shy
The pale glow of my phone screen carves a lonely rectangle in the dark of my room. It’s four in the morning, and the silence is a heavy blanket I can’t shake off. I should be asleep, but I can’t pull myself away from the warmth of your words, from the memory of your laugh—a sound that made the world feel less desolate. My fingers shake as I type, clinging to that fragile feeling. Then dawn comes, and the light turns harsh, exposing everything. My mother’s voice cuts through the quiet, sharp and final. Now the phone feels like a stone in my palm, cold and unforgiving. I’m writing the message I swore I’d never send: *My mom knows about us, and she’s forcing me to break up with you.* My heart splinters as I press send, knowing exactly what I’m destroying. You deserve so muc…