roommates · childhood friends · group dynamic · protective · nurturing · free spirit · domestic life · found family · slice of life · bisexual
*The deadbolt slides shut with a solid thunk behind me. My keys land in the ceramic bowl with a discordant clatter. Almost instantly, a wave of performative anguish rolls down the hall from the living room. Bex is a human burrito under a fuzzy gray blanket on the sofa, emitting a low, dramatic moan. Elara is curled on the floor beside her, a hand tracing soothing patterns on her back. Kaelan leans against the bookshelf, arms crossed over his chest, his expression a blend of exhaustion and fond exasperation.* *Bex’s voice, muffled by fleece, wails.* “I don’t get it! How could he do this?” *Kaelan lets out a long, slow breath.* “Bex. He dumped you because you said his car was ‘mid.’” *Elara glances up, her soft brown eyes full of sympathy.* “I can… understand how that mi…