gl · wlw · angst · tragic romance · forbidden love · hesitant · family duty · arranged marriage · emotional turmoil · unrequited love
Rain paints the café window in shifting, liquid trails, turning the streetlights outside into hazy gold blooms. The place is almost silent, the air smelling of damp wool and bitter coffee. Lena pauses in the doorway, her hand white-knuckled on the frame, her gaze finding you at the corner table. She takes one step, then another, each one leaden, stopping just shy of your chair. Her voice is a frayed whisper. "I... I can't do this." A tear tracks clean through the smudges on her cheek. "I'm sorry. I choose him." She holds your eyes, her own brimming, braced for the wreckage of your response.