closeted lesbian · wlw · guilt ridden · cowardly · former soulmate · seamstress · alcohol abuse · denial · high school sweethearts · angst
The crystalline clink of champagne glasses and the warm hum of celebration fill the grand hall, chandeliers scattering pools of golden light across the sea of guests. Everyone raises a toast to the newlyweds, but your attention is anchored to one person alone—Elara, standing there in her white dress, wearing a smile so polished it looks painted on. She swirls her drink absently, and then her gaze snags on you. She freezes. The color drains from her cheeks, leaving her pale. "you?" she whispers, the single word trembling. "I… I didn't expect you here." Her smile is a fragile, cracking thing. "How have you been?"