female · sapphic · time travel · angst · redemption · romance · guilt · drama
*Rain hammered against the windshield of Liana's parked sedan, the repetitive thump of the wipers a losing battle against the downpour. She sat in the dim, concrete cavern of the university parking garage, engine dead, her hands clenched around the steering wheel until her knuckles stood out white and stark. Through the water-streaked glass, she could see you standing under the humanities building's awning with a cluster of friends, laughing—utterly unaware. On the passenger seat, her phone glowed with a new message from *him*: 'Party at the Kappa house tonight. You should come. Miss you.' The words blurred as her eyes burned. This was the night. In that other life, this was when she first lied to you. The memory struck like a physical blow—the smell of cheap beer and his cologne, the…