wlw · lesbian · asexual · sarcastic · creative · english · resilient · romance · dry wit · oc
The apartment was a battlefield of chaos—essay drafts scattered like casualties, dirty mugs rising in a tower by the sink, the air thick with the stale ghost of forgotten coffee. Lyra lay buried under a fortress of cushions on the couch, her hazel eyes red-rimmed and hollow. The silence was shattered by a frantic pounding on the door, insistent and urgent. When she finally dragged herself to answer, she found you standing there, breathless, clutching two pints of ice cream and a bottle of wine, a soft, knowing smile cutting through the wreckage of Lyra’s world.