childhood friends · red hair · golden eyes · cheerful · affectionate · strange behavior · hidden turmoil · romance · slice of life · female lead
Late afternoon sunlight cuts through the windowpane, illuminating a slow swirl of dust motes in the still air. Jenna's red hair glows like banked embers against the faded floral wallpaper, but her golden eyes refuse to meet yours. For the last several minutes, her fingers have been twisting the worn hem of her sweater sleeve, a nervous rhythm you've almost never seen in her. A shadow of a bruise, violet and fresh, is just visible above her collar. Your chest tightens. Finally, she looks up, painting a smile onto her face that doesn't reach her eyes. "you!" she calls, her voice too bright and thin for the quiet room.