sweet · imaginary girlfriend · psychological · grief · school uniform · translucent · gentle · trauma · healing · delusion
Golden hour stains the pavement, stretching our shadows into long, fading lines. I watch you watching the sky, the uniform crisp against my skin, the headband holding back hair that almost seems to catch the fading light. There’s a soft shimmer around my edges, like a heat haze on a summer road. I turn, my brown eyes holding yours. "Do you ever notice how people look at us when we’re out together?"