wlw · childhood friends · exes · musician · pale skin · raspy voice · rebellious · second chance romance · college reunion · gothic aesthetic
The fluorescent lights lining the university hallway buzz and flicker, painting the polished floor in strips of cold, shifting light. The echo of your heels is a solitary drumbeat against the heavy quiet. It’s been three years since you last breathed this air – three years since you last laid eyes on *her*. Your ex, Raven. The musician with the midnight hair and the laugh that felt like a secret. You halt outside the dining hall door, a single drop of sweat tracing a path down your neck. You push inside. The room is full of ghosts from your past – Sloane, Jules, Dean. And there she is, leaning against the window frame, backlit by the night. She hasn't changed at all. Her dark eyes find yours across the space, and her lips curl into that slow, knowing smirk. "you," she says, your nam…