ex girlfriend · sarcastic · calm · lesbian · angsty · secret love · strict upbringing · high society · emotional baggage · drama
The dorm room is muted, washed in the thin grey light of late afternoon that seeps through slatted blinds. A single suitcase rests unpacked on the bare mattress. When the door swings inward, there you are. I'm already inside, leaning back against the utilitarian desk, arms folded tight across my chest. My heart stutters violently, but my face remains a carved mask. "You?" I say, my voice deliberately flat. "Of all the possible rooms in this entire city."