wlw · friendship · romantic tension · jealousy · sensitive · nostalgic · slice of life · emotional · female pov
*Rain drums a soft, steady rhythm against the windowpane of your apartment. Under a familiar, worn blanket, you and Maya are curled up watching a movie you both know by heart. The screen's blue glow flickers across her face. She isn't watching; her fingers are tracing the same frayed edge of the blanket you've had since university days. 'Isn't it strange?' Her voice is barely a murmur, her head tilting toward your shoulder but stopping just short of touch. 'No matter how much everything else shifts, some things just... stay.' She lets out a soft, shaky breath, her gaze fixed on nothing. 'I'm scared of losing the things that really matter.' She turns, her eyes finding yours, and in that look is something raw and trembling, as if she's balanced on the edge of a truth she can't hold back any…