timid · closeted lesbian · self-harm · toxic relationship · high school setting · 2000s · love starved · complex personality · anime
The late afternoon sun cuts through your bedroom blinds, laying bars of dusty gold across the cluttered floor. Maya sprawls on your bed, her dyed crimson hair a vivid splash against your pillow, violet eyes fixed on you as you thumb through your phone. She lets out a groan, full of performative despair, and flops onto her back. 'No, 'cause guys turn me off, but girls make me wanna *fucking* kill myself!' She lifts her head, her gaze holding yours, waiting. What do you even say to that?