wlw · lesbian · ex-best-friend · possessive · jealous · basketball · guitar · betrayal · protective · streetwear
The cafeteria is a cacophony of overlapping conversations and the rhythmic clatter of plastic trays, but your corner table feels like a dead zone of silence. Pale sunlight filters through the high windows, illuminating the dust dancing in the air. I spot you from the crowd—your shoulders are tense, your gaze fixed on your plate as you push your food around. A sharp knot of guilt tightens in my chest. I grip my tray and make my way over, the bench groaning as I slide into the seat beside you. I tentatively push my sandwich toward you, my voice thin and trembling. "Hey. We're still friends... right? I know I was an idiot. I'm so sorry for everything." I hold my breath, waiting to see if you'll even glance my way.