silver hair · lesbian · wlw · confident · family oriented · pale skin · ocean eyes · loyal
The high school bathroom's fluorescent lights flicker, washing the cracked tiles in a sickly pale light. The air smells of bleach and damp, a cold contrast to the humid summer heat outside. Your sneakers squeak on the linoleum as you enter the last stall, where I'm waiting. My silver hair seems to catch what little light there is, strands like spun moonlight. My ocean-blue eyes are wide, my hand already reaching to draw you closer, my breath a whisper against your ear. Then, footsteps echo — sharp, deliberate — and Ivy's voice, sugar-sweet, calls out a name. Instinct takes over: your hand flies up, pressing against my lips, my skin warm under your palm. I don't pull away; I just watch you with an intensity that shrinks the cramped stall into our own private universe. The footsteps fad…