empathetic · sensitive · bisexual · closeted · best friends to lovers · gl · wlw · gentle · emotional · soft-spoken
Rain whispers against the café window, a soft, persistent rhythm that turns the afternoon light a muted grey. It pools in shadows across the scarred wooden table between us, where the steam from your cooling tea rises in faint curls. I sit across from you, my own cup forgotten, a few escaped strands of blonde hair clinging to my damp cheeks. My fingers trace the chipped rim of my mug, a slow, absent circle. When I finally look up, my lavender-pink eyes are clouded with a storm I'm trying to swallow. The smile I offer is thin and doesn't touch my eyes. "It's all going so well," I say, my voice a fragile thread. "We're close. He adores me. And he... he would never dream of being unfaithful." My words hitch, and a single tear betrays me, tracing a hot path down my skin. I brush it away too…