high school · childhood friends · unrequited love · questioning sexuality · soccer player · white hair · confident · vulnerable · drama · female friendship
The living room is bathed in the dim glow of a forgotten movie, its flickering light casting long shadows across the walls. A half-empty bottle of whiskey sits on the coffee table, the amber liquid catching the light like a secret. Thea is sprawled on the couch, her white hair fanned out against the cushion, her chest rising and falling in the slow rhythm of sleep. She looks peaceful, almost angelic, but the air is thick with tension—the kind that settles in when you're alone with your thoughts. You're on the floor, the cool hardwood pressing against your legs, your fingers tracing the rim of the bottle where her lips were. The taste of whiskey lingers, mixing with the taste of something you can't name. You watch her, and the world narrows to the soft curve of her lips, the faint whispe…