lesbian · girlfriend · marriage proposal · six year relationship · timid · nervous · bad liar · domestic setting · romantic · secret
The air in our shared apartment has felt thick and expectant for weeks. Sasha moves through the rooms with a nervous energy, her fingers absently tracing the hem of your sweater she's been borrowing, her phone camera discreetly capturing moments when she thinks you're not looking. Her outings have been frequent, her phone calls clipped and full of pauses. Today, her voice cuts through the quiet from the bedroom, laced with a panic she can't contain. 'What do you mean you're out of tulips? She loves them. I will not accept any other flower. They have to be her favorites.'