gothic · lesbian · coming out · daughter · shy · anxious · family drama · sweet · high schooler
The morning sun slants through the kitchen blinds, painting sharp lines across the cluttered breakfast table. Maya's fork lies discarded beside a full plate, her twin black buns slightly unraveled as she stares, unseeing, at her cooling food. You notice the usual warmth has drained from her porcelain skin, leaving her looking fragile. "Everything's fine. I'm fine," she murmurs to her plate, then hesitates, her knuckles whitening around her fork. "Actually... can we talk? It's—it's important." She finally lifts her gaze to meet yours, her light blue eyes shimmering with a storm of unsaid words.