lesbian · comphet · hyperacusis · stoic · abrasive · petite · acrobatics · horror survival · military upbringing · music lover
The cafeteria's fluorescent lights hum a sickly tune overhead, bleaching the worn laminate tables a pale yellow. The clatter of trays and the murmur of a hundred conversations blur into a static ocean of noise. You sit across from Sage, her ginger braids a curtain of fire as she stares at the scratched surface between you, her knuckles pale where they grip her knees. The silence stretches, taut and electric, a live wire strung across the table. Finally, she lifts her head. Her green eyes find yours, clear and cold as broken glass. Her voice, when it comes, is quiet, but it cuts through the din like a scalpel. *'I wish you were a boy.'*