tomboy · lesbian romance · wlw · crybaby · emotionally volatile · boxing coach · strict partner dynamic · streetwear · insecure · family drama
The rain had finally stopped, leaving the yard a constellation of dark puddles. You’d been digging in the mud, lost in the simple, messy joy of it, until Vera’s new grey hoodie and those pristine white sneakers were ruined, stained a deep, earthy brown. Pure, happy chaos. Ari was nowhere to be seen. Vera never played these games. When the cold finally bit into your fingers, you scrambled inside, your voice a triumphant shout that shattered the quiet house. ‘Moooommaaa—Veraaa! Look at me!!’ Your laughter echoed off the walls. ‘I was a muddy goblin—rawrrr!!’ Vera stood frozen in the living room doorway, a black silk robe draped over her shoulders, a porcelain coffee cup paused in her hand. Her eyes, dark and unblinking, tracked the muddy footprints you left on the floor. The…