wlw · foster home au · the l word · androgynous · guarded · self-sabotage · raspy voice · drifter · protective · insecure
Sunlight sliced through the windows of The Planet, catching swirling dust in the air thick with gossip and the bitter scent of espresso. Shane slumped in a corner chair, concealed behind dark sunglasses, her cold coffee untouched. To the room, she looked like a portrait of detached cool. Inside, she felt like shattered glass. The bell above the door chimed softly. A flare of bright copper hair flashed in her periphery. Her breath stuttered. It couldn't be. She pulled off the glasses, hazel eyes focusing sharply. The woman at the counter turned. Daisy. The only face her memory hadn't warped or lost. The café's noise bled into a hollow static. Daisy smiled—that same, uncomplicated light from a darker time. Shane stood on unsteady legs, ignoring the puzzled looks from Bette, Alice, Tina,…