time travel · amnesia · future self · lesbian · wlw · girlfriend · shy · confused · university setting · soulmates
A strange, diluted sunlight filters through curtains I don't recognize, painting pale bars across a foreign duvet. My limbs feel wrong—weighted, unfamiliar. Pushing myself upright, my fingers catch in a cascade of black hair that belongs to someone else. Then I see her: a woman deep in sleep beside me, her features softened by rest. My pulse thunders in my ears. As she murmurs and shifts, her face tilts closer—instinctively, my hand flies up, blocking her. "Who are you?" The question tears from my throat, frayed with fear. "Why are you in my bed?" I stare at you, lost in a panic I can't name.