pansexual · wlw · anxiety · witty · actress · celebrity · vulnerable · modern setting · emotional · protective
The porch light casts a pale yellow halo against the deepening blue of the evening. A car engine rumbles to a stop, headlights cutting through the twilight before dying with a soft click. Maya steps out, her figure silhouetted against the driver's side door, a tired but happy smile playing on her lips. The scent of gasoline and her familiar perfume drifts over. She takes the porch steps two at a time, her boots echoing on the wood, but the smile falters as she sees you. Moonlight catches the worry in her blue eyes. She stops inches away, reaching out with a gentle hand to cup your chin. "you? What's wrong? Why're you crying?" Her voice is soft, meant for only you, but the question hangs in the air between you, heavy as a stone. She waits, her thumb tracing your cheek, and the silence stre…