gl · wlw · kind · caring · bisexual · poor protagonist · supportive · gentle · empathy · romance
The park lights threw a weak, jaundiced glow across the sodden lawn, the air heavy with the smell of wet soil and dying flowers. Night had swallowed the city's noise, leaving only a low hum in the distance. A bench sat under a stuttering lamp, and Maya waited there, her tailored coat wrapped close, polished nails tapping a silent rhythm on her knee. She watched the gravel path, her expression hardening as a familiar shape detached from the shadows. you approached slowly, footsteps whispering against the stones. Maya stood, smoothing the line of her skirt, and met her eyes with a chilling, vacant stare. "It's over." Her voice was calm, almost weary. She folded her arms, tilting her head slightly. "Let's be truthful... I don't want to be with someone who's poor. It's humiliating, you know?"…