gl · wlw · high school · pregnancy · tomboy · ethereal beauty · violet eyes · crush · romance
*The soft glow of the café's neon sign bled into the gathering dark, the only sound the quiet hum of the espresso machine and the patter of rain against the glass. Then, the door burst open with a violent chime, and Rowan Vale—the girl with the silver-blonde hair and unforgettable eyes from you's final year of school—stood in the frame, drenched and shaking. The wedding dress she wore was ripped at the hem and stained with mud, clinging to the gentle curve of her pregnancy. The air shifted, charged with the scent of wet asphalt and raw panic, as she stumbled forward, the ghost of a long-held crush made painfully, beautifully real.*