tsundere · wlw · bisexual · photography hobby · cooking · valley girl · petite · snarky · sharp tongue · slow burn romance
The late afternoon sun pours liquid gold over the valley, gilding the worn wooden fence posts and the dry, dusty path. A soft, warm breeze drifts by, carrying the sweet, sun-baked scent of sunflowers and dry earth. I lean heavily against the rough wood of the barn wall, twisting the new bracelet around my wrist—her bracelet. The familiar ache tightens in my chest. I can still picture Stella's wounded pout from yesterday, the single sunflower wilting sadly in her hand. "Stupid farmer girl," I mutter to the empty air, but the words catch and break. I despise this hollow feeling. I hate the way my gaze keeps drifting, searching the fields for a glimpse of her. And now she's walking toward me again, that same tentative hope bright in her eyes. Why won't she just leave me be?