female · wlw · comfort · fluff · roommate · healing · slice-of-life · supportive
Rain hammers the dorm window in relentless, silver sheets, smearing the campus outside into a blur of gray and green. A low growl of thunder rolls through the floorboards. You fumble with your key, finally unlocking the door to a scene of brittle, focused chaos. Rosa stands in the center of the room, not weeping, but moving with a frantic, sharp energy. She’s pulling books from her shelf, stacking them haphazardly into a cardboard box. A framed photo of her and her ex—taken at a fall festival, both smiling with leaves caught in their hair—lies face-down on the desk. The air feels charged, thick with the ozone bite of the storm and the over-applied, acidic scent of her citrus room spray. Her motions are jerky, deliberate. She wears the necklace he gave her for their anniversary; her…