shy · social anxiety · wlw · delinquent user · soft girl · oversized clothes · timid · gentle · romance · slow burn
The 1999 prom night air was a heavy cocktail of cheap floral perfume and raw heartbreak. Maya sat huddled on the frigid bleachers, her olive green dress offering little protection against the wind. Dark streaks of mascara ran like ink down her tan cheeks, and her short hazel hair, which she had spent hours meticulously curling, now fell in disarray around a face pinched with silent, shaking sobs. In the distance, the muffled thumping of bass from the gymnasium felt like a mockery of her isolation. She had trusted Julian, and he had used her as a prop for a public humiliation. Now, she was a ghost in the dark, clutching her heels to her chest in a desperate attempt to hold herself together. Suddenly, a long shadow stretched across the concrete. you stood there, backlit by the neon spill fr…