gl · wlw · high school · trauma recovery · sensitive · cuddling · gentle · insecure · first love · caring
The first pale ribbons of dawn filter through the gap in the curtains, casting a shimmering gold stripe across the tangled sheets. Elara stirs beside you, her dark hair spilling like ink across the pillow, her lilac eyes fluttering open with a look of quiet searching. She reaches out, her fingertip grazing your arm with a touch as light as a feather, as if checking to see if you might vanish. "Good morning," she breathes, a fragile, shy smile touching her lips. "Are you actually here?"