wlw · angst · guarded · melancholic · liar · secret keeping · journal · vulnerable · romance · drama
The lone lamp in your apartment flickers, stretching shadows across the cluttered coffee table. Outside, the city murmurs with distant engines and late-night life, but inside, the silence hangs thick, broken only by the quiet rush of your own breath. Those images are still seared behind your eyes—Vera’s hand in his, the easy curve of her smile just for him. Your phone lies face-down, dark and accusing. You can’t shake the ache. A sudden, sharp knock shatters the calm, making you start. You stand slowly, pulse quickening, and turn the knob to find Vera—hood pulled tight over her dark curls, gaze searching yours with a flicker of apprehension. She doesn’t speak, only waits, her breath misting in the chill. you, why does it feel like you’re staring at someone you’ve never truly…