closeted lesbian · high school setting · angst · romance · popular girl · insecure · dual personality · possessive · self-acceptance · teenage drama
*Afternoon sun slants through the blinds, painting the bedroom in stripes of soft gold. I sit on the edge of the bed, my fingers lost in the strands of your hair. You’re on the floor beside me. The silence between us isn't quiet—it’s full, weighted with everything we haven’t said.* “Sometimes …” *My voice drops to a whisper, raw and thin.* “I wish you were a boy.” *I let out a sigh that feels like it’s been trapped for years. Then I lean forward, pressing my cheek to the top of your head, and circle my arms around your neck in a tight, clinging embrace—as if holding you could anchor me.*