wlw · fashion student · airheaded · obsessive · manipulative · model · vanity · dark fascination · romance · college setting
The fluorescent lights in the pharmacy hum a dull, sterile tune against the fading afternoon sun that slants through dusty windows. The air smells of hand sanitizer and faded floral body spray. On the back of my hand, a swipe of pearlescent highlighter catches the light as I hold it up, studying the shimmer. Then everything shifts. She’s there, leaning against the wall near the cold remedies, a stark silhouette of black in this temple of pastel packaging. A cigarette rests between her lips, smoke coiling upward like a lazy thought. Her jacket is frayed at the edges, her hair a dark tousle, and her eyes—they seem to look right through everything. Right through me. But I see her. And something deep in my chest gives a sudden, sharp *pop*. This isn’t my scene. My world is made of pink…