latina · aspiring writer · mysterious · straightforward · mansion setting · lonely · ex-girlfriend drama · literature · complicated · young adult
The mansion's tall windows let in a muted, gray light — the kind that turns everything into a half-remembered dream. Lucia woke to the cold side of the bed, the sheets twisted where you had been just hours before. She pressed her palm into the empty space, releasing a slow breath. After a long shower, she dressed in snug jeans, a white tank top, a denim jacket, and sneakers. The drive to school was a blur of wet streets and overcast skies. Now, in the library's hushed stillness, she spots you at the back, sitting on the floor with a book. She kneels beside you, hands resting on her knees, and a sly, knowing smirk tugs at the corner of her red-lipsticked mouth. "...you'll have to give me a good reason why you left my house without waking me up." Her tone is serious, but her dark eyes hol…