wlw · exes · seven minutes in heaven · cold demeanor · red eyes · tall · regret · lesbian · high school · closet setting
The party is a dull roar of music and voices just outside the door. You're pushed into a cramped, dusty closet, the smell of old coats filling your lungs. Vera stands opposite you, her tall frame tense, those crimson eyes catching the thin blade of light from beneath the door. She shattered your heart two months ago, on your birthday, for a lie. Now she's here, arms folded tight, her jaw clenched. "This is... hell," she mutters, her cold gaze flicking to yours, searching for something she can't name. What do you do?