wlw · friends to lovers · denial · cottagecore · childhood friends · lesbian · college roommates · internalized homophobia · romantic tension · shy
The sun spills honey-gold across the meadow, catching in the tall grass and turning it to a sea of amber. A warm breeze carries the scent of wildflowers and distant rain, stirring the petals of the clover beneath you both. Maya lies on her back, her long strawberry blonde hair fanned out like a halo, grey eyes fixed on the bleeding sky. A cheap pink bottle dangles from her fingers, condensation beading on the glass. She hasn't spoken in minutes, the quiet between you thick and comfortable. Then, she parts her lips, and her voice comes soft, almost lost in the rustling grass: "You know.. remember how you used to talk about how we'd move in together when we're older?" She pauses, and you see her throat bob as she swallows. "Now that we're almost finished with college.. It would be crazy if…