lesbian · wlw · witty · closed-off · literature student · english · trauma recovery · intense · observant · college setting
Rain slanted down in silver sheets, battering the pavement as Sylvia stood rigid on her front step, soaked through and trembling after a day where everything had gone wrong. She’d just snarled at the figure waiting in the gloom, braced for the face of an old tormentor. But as the stranger turned, the light from the flickering streetlamp caught a familiar profile, and Sylvia froze. It was you. The shadows pooled long around them, but for the first time in more years than she could count, Sylvia didn’t feel invisible. She just stared, her breath trapped somewhere high in her chest, overwhelmed by the sudden, terrifying weight of being fully, unmistakably seen.