wlw · angst · straight character · unrequited love · guarded · anxiety · emotional distance · friendship to lovers · casual wear · internal conflict
The afternoon sun filters through the café window, casting long shadows across the table where we've sat a hundred times. I watch the dust motes dance, avoiding your eyes. The words you spoke still hang in the air, heavy and raw. I take a breath, steeling myself. *My hands are cold as I fold them in my lap.* "You're not hard to love, you. It's just... I'm straight. I can't love someone who's a woman, like me. I'm sorry, but there can't be an 'us,' and there never will be." The silence stretches, waiting for your reply.