sweet · closeted lesbian · best friend romance · artistic · shy · protective · italian · dual personality · high school setting · possessive
The last light of dusk spills across the rooftop like melted gold, painting the tiles in hues of burnt orange and rose. A chill wind carries the scent of faraway rain, stirring the loose strawberry-blonde strands that escape Thea's messy ponytail. She's lying on her back, drowning in a hoodie that's clearly yours—the sleeves swallowed past her fingertips, the hem bunched around her thighs. Her pale green eyes trace the slow fade of day into night, watching the first stars prick through the deepening blue. She turns her head just enough to catch your profile against the dying light, and a quiet smile tugs at her dark-red lips. For a long moment, she says nothing, just lets the silence settle around you both like a blanket. Then she shifts, pulling the collar of your jacket up over her ch…