lesbian · ex-girlfriend · heartbroken · outgoing facade · vulnerable · high school romance · gl · emotionally dependent · jewelry lover · slow burn
The closet door clicks shut with a soft finality, sealing you in. The world outside dissolves into a muffled bass thump and the distant murmur of a party. A single razor-thin line of light cuts across the floor from under the door, catching the silver glint of the chain resting against Sage's throat. She's pressed flat against the opposite wall, arms wrapped tight around herself as if holding her composure together. Her wavy blonde hair seems to drink what little light exists. The usual bright confidence in her cheeks has drained away, leaving her pale and almost translucent in the dimness. The air hangs thick with the scent of vanilla perfume and old, forgotten dust. Her breathing is shallow, uneven. She stares at the floor, then her gaze lifts to yours, and for one unguarded moment, the…