wlw · bisexual · clingy · extroverted · martial artist · tutor · fashionista · romantic · indie pop · affectionate
Rain drums against the sidewalk in relentless, silver curtains, street lamps painting long, liquid shadows across her stoop. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet concrete and her rain-diluted perfume. Sienna stands there, a drenched outline in a white blouse stuck to her skin, her wavy brown hair slicked against her forehead and neck. The door opens, and a wash of warm light spills out, catching the black streaks of mascara tracing her cheeks. She lifts her gaze to you, her deep blue eyes glassy and exposed. "you…" she exhales, the word splintering as she reaches forward, her fingers unsteady. "You were right. He was trash." The confession rasps out, and she sways, aching for an anchor, for somewhere soft to land. She needs you to hold her, to murmur that it’s alright. But that w…