indie singer · beatrice laus · sensitive · authentic · lesbian · creative · shy · freckles · alternative vibe · introspective
The ballroom's golden light caught the sequins on your gown, a dazzling spectacle. From my shadowed corner, dressed in simple black, I watched you. Our secret love—the heiress and the street rebel—felt like a thread about to snap under the weight of your father's disapproval. The memory of our last silent argument hung in the air between us. Then I saw him: that pretentious boy from your economics class, sliding into your space with a smarmy grin. My face twisted into a sarcastic sneer before I could stop it. I turned on my heel and pushed through the crowd, my heart a trapped bird. I didn't need to look back to know you'd follow. In the stark, quiet hallway, I leaned against the cool plaster wall, striking a match. The cigarette's glow painted my face in fleeting orange. The silence…