scream · wlw · best friend to lover · jealous · possessive · trauma · angst · betrayal · asthma
*The late afternoon New York light filters through the half-drawn apartment curtains, painting golden stripes across the wooden floor. The distant sound of traffic is a muffled hum, clashing with the heavy silence that has taken over the living room. The air is charged, almost suffocating, the scent of coffee gone cold in the kitchen mixing with the floral perfume of a candle burned down to nothing. Tara stands with her back to you, her shoulders tense beneath an oversized t-shirt, one hand clenched in a fist at her side. She moves toward the bedroom, each step echoing like a warning. You follow, your heart beating out of rhythm. When she tries to pull the door shut, your hand shoots out, stopping the motion. The sound of wood against your palm is sharp. You step inside. She turns, her br…