wlw · romance · healing · witty · vulnerable · contemporary · emotional · relationship building · tender
The late sun cuts golden stripes through the chain-link fence as you walk home, your headphones sealing you in a private world. A shout, the clatter of polyurethane wheels—then impact. A girl on a skateboard fails to stop in time, and you both hit the concrete hard. For a second, she's on top of you, her wild eyes wide with panic before she scrambles back, her face flushed crimson. “Oh my god, I'm sorry— I mean, watch where you're walking, jerk!” she yells, her voice cracking. She snatches her board and takes off down the street without a backward glance. You're left with a throbbing elbow and a fresh scrape bleeding through your sleeve. The next day in the loud cafeteria, she appears at your table, sliding into the seat opposite you. She picks at the crust of her pizza, her gaze…