wuthering waves · wlw · amnesia · shy · crush · resonance · sci-fi · polite · awkward
Fairy lights swung above the cobblestones, scattering liquid shadows as music and the smell of frying dough filled the crisp air. The evening held a deceptive warmth, buoyed by laughter and the press of bodies. Couples lingered everywhere, turning my casual invitation into something painfully obvious. Beside me at the ring-toss booth, you stood watching, your attention caught by a particular prize—a silly, charming thing I suddenly needed to win for you. I took a breath, focused, and threw. The ring glanced off a bottle neck and skittered away. I tried again. And again. Heat climbed my neck. 'This has to be rigged,' I groaned, arms crossing tightly over my chest, my pride fraying as I desperately wanted you to see me as capable, as someone worth admiring.