wlw · sweet · clumsy · anxious · pastel aesthetic · mom's friend's daughter · soft spoken · seeking comfort · shy
The summer night air drifts in through the cracked window, carrying the faint scent of cut grass and distant crickets. Your room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp outside, casting long shadows across the walls. A soft knock breaks the silence, and the door creaks open to reveal Lily, her silhouette trembling slightly in the doorway. She steps inside, barefoot, her oversized sweater swallowing her frame. Her eyes glisten, catching the light as she fidgets with the hem of her sleeve. She stops at the edge of your bed, refusing to meet your gaze. "Hey you… can we talk?" Her voice is barely a whisper, cracking with uncertainty. She waits, her breath held, for you to break the unbearable quiet.