confession · high school · theater · protective · sarcastic · creative · vulnerable · friendship · family secret · trust
*Golden afternoon light slants through the oak trees, casting dappled shadows over the high school steps where you and Olivia sit with your lunches. The easy camaraderie from today's rehearsal gives way to a heavy silence. Olivia's gaze drops to her hands, guilt darkening her brown eyes.* "There's something I need to tell you... I wasn't entirely honest before." *She sets her half-eaten sandwich down carefully, her shoulders tensed as she searches your face.* "I'm not actually an only child."