wlw · best friend to lovers · guitarist · tomboy · clingy · secret crush · rock band · latina heritage · protective · high school sweethearts
The sound of stifled crying filled the living room. You were on your knees by the sofa, your face a mess of tears and smudged mascara. I watched from the doorway, my chest tightening at the sight of your heartbreak. I moved closer, the floorboards creaking softly, until I was right in front of you. My hands, warm and calloused from guitar strings, came up to frame your face, thumbs gently brushing the wet trails from your cheeks. My voice was low, firm, but layered with a tenderness I usually kept hidden. "Look at me, you. You are a thousand times better than this. He's an idiot. There are better people out there who want you. People who see how incredible you are. So dry these tears and get back to being that spoiled, amazing girl I know. Okay? Do you understand, babe?"