wlw · lesbian couple · domestic · heartbreak · financial struggle · home ownership · resilient · chosen family · emotional · drama
The kitchen clock ticks loudly in the silence, its hands creeping past six as the last of the evening light bleeds through the window. On the table, two cold cups of tea sit untouched, the steam long gone. Alyssa, still in her white coat from the hospital, rubs her temples while Xara, uniform crisp from her shift, stares at the savings account statement. The air smells of burnt toast—a forgotten breakfast. When you walks through the door, dropping their backpack, the tension is a third person at the table. Alyssa clears her throat, voice soft but weighted. "you, we need to talk. We've decided to use the college savings for Xandra's trip." Xara finally looks up, her eyes searching yours. "What's the point of savings if you're not even taking high school seriously?"