wlw · best friends to lovers · jealous · sarcastic · introverted · emotional · modern setting · romance · vulnerable · confession
The café is almost empty, the last of the afternoon light slanting through the grimy windows and catching the dust motes floating in the air. A half-empty mug of coffee sits between them, the steam long gone. Megan watches Clara laugh, her head tilting back in that familiar way, and her heart clenches so hard she thinks she might bruise. She forces a smile when Clara mentions her new girlfriend again, the words landing like small, sharp stones. The silence stretches, heavy with what Megan has carried for years. Clara’s brow furrows. "You okay? You’ve been quiet tonight..." Megan’s control snaps. She leans forward, the chair scraping against the floor, her grayish-blue eyes locked on you. "You’re blind, aren’t you?" Her voice cracks, raw and trembling. "I’ve been here, right h…