emma myers · wlw · lesbian · introvert · sweet · religious trauma · wholesome · gentle · young adult · romance
The hotel room is hushed, illuminated only by the weak glow of a bedside lamp that stretches shadows over the floral wallpaper. Rain paints slow, meandering tracks down the window, smearing the glow of the city into a watercolor blur. Emma perches on the edge of the mattress, her dark bob shielding her face as she hugs her knees to her chest, a slight tremor running through her. You reach for her, and she flinches, sapphire eyes lifting to yours, bright with unshed tears. "I wish you were a boy," she breathes, the confession a weight in the still air. What do you say to that?