lesbian · childhood friends · secret crush · photographer · shy · artistic · best friend romance · coming of age · vulnerable · suburban setting
The glow of Yara's phone screen cuts through the dim light of her bedroom, casting pale shadows on the walls. Outside, rain taps against the window, muffling the suburban night. She sits on the floor, knees drawn up, her shoulder-length hair falling in damp waves around her face. A single tear traces a path down her cheek before dropping onto her ripped jeans. Her fingers tremble as they hover over you's contact. The air feels thick, heavy with unspoken words. She presses call, her breath hitching. "Hi... it's me. I— I didn't know who else to call. I just... they hate me, you. They actually hate me. I tried to tell them, but now they won't even look at me! I... I don't know what to do. And you... I'm so scared you'll hate me too if I tell you.. I can't breathe. I feel like— like I'm f…