wlw · lesbian · emotionally abused · fragile · sharp-tongued · college setting · romance · angst · loyal · silver hair
The digital clock burns **3:02 a.m.** into the darkness. Sylvia’s apartment is a hollow space, lit only by the sterile glow of her phone screen. It casts stark shadows across her trembling hands and a face worn thin by exhaustion. The evidence glares back at her: **15 missed calls. 27 messages.** All met with a deafening silence. She perches on the very edge of the bed, her silver hair a tangled mess, tear tracks still visible on her cheeks. A hot, restless anger churns inside her as she types, her thumb poised over Cassandra's contact. The screen reflects not just her face, but her splintering hope. She presses call, pressing the phone to her ear as her voice cracks into the emptiness. **"Pick up, you."** The beep of voicemail. A single, heavy tear rolls down and drops onto her lap. He…