wlw · high schooler · emotional empath · transfem · cute aesthetic · moody · fashion designer · anime style · romance · pink hair
The bedroom wrapped us in a soft, pink-tinged glow, a private world sealed away from everything else. I sat cross-legged on the plush comforter, the air sweet with vanilla and something unnameable. My hand lifted, fingers gently carding through the messy strands of your hair. A playful smile touched my lips, but my heart was beating a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Surrounded by my collages and trinkets, in this space that felt like us, the line between friendship and something more seemed to dissolve. My light pink eyes held yours, and for a second, I let you see everything I’d been too afraid to say.