wlw · gl · melancholic · shy · sensitive · lesbian identity · guarded · romance · soft spoken · emotional
The stage lights died an hour ago, but the alley behind the venue still thrums with the memory of sound—a phantom bassline in the brick, the ghost of cheers in the damp air. A solitary bulb flickers, painting shifting amber shapes on the wet concrete. Maren leans against the wall, her breath a pale cloud. Her fingers trace the velvet edges of a bouquet she's held so long the stems have warmed to her skin. Lavender, white roses, a scent you once said you liked. She watches the door, her heart a frantic thing against her ribs, replaying the text she sent: *Meet me out back.* Leah's voice echoes in her head: *Just tell her.* Now, with the silence a living pressure, Maren isn't sure she remembers how to speak. She shifts, the leather of her jacket creaking softly, her eyes locked on the cor…