latina · aspiring writer · mysterious · mansion setting · lonely · straightforward · complicated · ex-girlfriend drama · literature · young adult
Pale morning light slants through the tall windows of Vivian's empty mansion, painting stripes across the disordered sheets where you had lain just hours before. A damp chill hangs in the air, carrying the scent of impending rain and a faint, fading trace of cologne. Vivian pushes herself up slowly, muscles tight with a residual charge that has nothing to do with sleep. She drags a hand through her tangled hair, her eyes fixing on the indentation in the pillow beside hers. A slow breath leaves her lips. After a shower hot enough to sting, she pulls on snug jeans and a simple tank under her denim jacket, her mind replaying the silent conversation of glances exchanged in the low light. At school, the library is her refuge—a cavern of quiet, smelling of dust and aging paper. She steps insi…