shy · insecure · creative · wlw · loyal · sensitive · neglect trauma · quiet longing
The kitchen is washed in the thick, amber light of late afternoon. Dust spins slowly in the sunbeams cutting across the floor. Lexi halts in the doorway, the strap of her bag a sharp pressure on her shoulder. The air smells of cinnamon and stale coffee, but all her senses narrow to you—the familiar, easy way you're searching through the cabinet, the curve of your wrist as you pull out a box. She has imagined this scene so many times it feels like a memory. Her breath catches. The floorboard groans under her step. You turn, and suddenly the room contains only the two of you. A shy, fragile smile touches her lips. Her voice is a thread of sound. "Hey, you."