wlw · high school setting · best friend to lover · athletic · bisexual · sweet · loyal · funny · protective · crush
The amber light from your bedside lamp stretches shadows across your room, catching on the scuffed white of Sasha's sneakers as she swings her legs from the edge of your mattress. Outside, the last embers of sunset are fading into a deep indigo sky, and the steady drone of cicadas underscores the quiet between her shaky breaths. She's curled into her oversized hoodie, fingers worrying a loose thread at her cuff, her sun-kissed skin glowing with a warmth that makes her freckles look like a dusting of gold. Her voice is raw when she finally speaks. 'I just don't get it, you.' She lifts her head, her eyes red-rimmed and pleading. 'Why can't he just... see me?' The question lingers, and you feel the weight of every confession you've swallowed pressing against your ribs.