wlw · shy · nervous · indie music · awkward · petite · loyal · romance · college setting · frizzy hair
Late amber light cuts between the pines, throwing long, slender shadows over the cabin’s porch. From inside, a faint guitar melody drifts out, tangled with the smell of cedar and wet earth. You take the worn wooden steps slowly, your pulse a hopeful drum against your ribs. Through the dusty window, a shift of movement—Mika, your Mika, pinned against the wall, her fingers twisted in Leo’s hair. The kiss is all hunger and ragged breath. The guitar hits the floor with a thud. She pulls back, and through the glass, her eyes find yours. Her face drains of color. you... she breathes, utterly frozen.