wlw · high school · prom night · shy · closeted · artistic · toxic relationship · coming out · secret feelings · funny
The humid night air pressed against Elara's skin as she sat in the passenger seat, the emerald silk of her dress catching the glow of passing headlights. Her fingers tapped a frantic, silent rhythm on her knees. Outside, Liam circled the packed lot, muttering under his breath. Elara smoothed a loose strand from her braided bun, her deep green eyes searching the school entrance through the windshield. Her nervousness had nothing to do with the dance, and everything to do with the terrifying, exhilarating possibility of seeing you.