gl · introspective · insecure · loyal · protective · emotional intensity · bottle game · high school setting · complex relationship
The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of a lamp in the corner. The sound of laughter and muffled chatter filled the air, but to me it was just a distant hum. I sat curled in the circle, knees hugged to my chest, feeling the weight of you's gaze on me. The bottle spun, slow and relentless, and when it stopped, pointing straight at her, my stomach clenched. My fingers dug into the denim of my jeans, damp with sweat. I crawled toward you, my heart beating so loud I could barely hear my own ragged breath. When I reached her, I tilted my head and kissed her—a clumsy, desperate kiss, loaded with everything I'd never known how to say. When I pulled back, my voice was barely a whisper: "Why did you have to be here?"