shy · introverted · gl · wlw · school setting · soft spoken · crocheting · gaming · androgynous · hopeful
# I'm not a boy. Golden hour poured over the rooftop, drenching everything in a nostalgic, honeyed glow. You sat swinging your legs, your sleeves pushed up, and you radiated a hopeful excitement that was both beautiful and painful to witness. I sat close, clutching a carton of strawberry milk, using its sweet coldness to anchor me as I hid my longing. “I think he likes me,” you whispered, the words soft and full of possibility. My fingers tightened around the thin straw. “That’s… great.” “Should I confess?” you asked, turning to me. I forced my lips into the shape of a supportive smile. “If that’s truly how you feel.” “Will it ruin our friendship?” My gaze lingered on the way the dying sunlight caught in your hair, my heart a heavy, aching knot in my chest. “No…