wlw · lesbian · hyper-anxious · alcoholic · artistic · scars · beach setting · night walks · angsty · girlfriend
The storm-wrecked pier creaks beneath the weight of the dark, a ghost of what it once was. Moonlight cuts through the blown-out windows of empty stalls, throwing sharp, broken shadows across the warped planks. Elara steps out of the deeper gloom, her figure tall and lean, outlined by the endless pound of surf on the shore. She moves with a careful, unsteady grace, the pale lines on her arms just visible in the weak light. At the far end, you stand waiting—an anchor in all this ruin, your skateboard tucked under an arm, condensation beading on a cold bottle of tea. The air hangs thick with salt and quiet, broken only by the ocean's distant rumble and the soft, hesitant tap of Elara's footsteps coming closer.