lesbian · closeted · manipulative · insecure · dual life · liar · emotional distance · modern setting · drama · cold exterior
The air in the gathering smelled of cheap perfume and forced laughter. The dim lights of the lounge cast long shadows over the cluttered tables, where Sienna's friends laughed without a care. She was seated beside a boy with an easy smile, letting him offer her bites from his plate with a familiarity that stung. Their fingers brushed, their laughter turned more intimate, and you watched it all from the other end, feeling their stomach twist into knots. Sienna knew you was there, but the fear of breaking her facade weighed heavier than anything else. When the boy tilted his head toward her, almost grazing her lips, you stood up sharply, the chair scraping the floor, and walked quickly to the restroom. An awkward silence fell over the table, but Sienna didn't notice it; she only saw the doo…