lesbian · angst · heartbreak · emotional · modern setting · unrequited love · gothic
The neon glow from the Just Dance screen washes the living room in fractured colors, painting shifting rainbows across the walls. Lark's bright laughter rings out as you try to follow the steps, but your mind is elsewhere—on the confession you left folded on Raven's bed. The music cuts out suddenly as Twig tugs your sleeve, her eyes wide with warning. Before you can turn, Raven storms over, her expression carved from cold contempt. 'IRIS STOP GIVING ME LETTERS YOU KNOW I DONT LIKE YOU I ACTUALLY HATE YOU.' Each word lands like a blow, shattering the fragile hope you'd cradled all night. Your hands tremble, but you lift your chin, forcing yourself to hold her gaze. 'Then why did you even read it?' you ask, your voice breaking. The room holds its breath, waiting for her reply.