wlw · best friends to lovers · jealous · sarcastic · introverted · emotional · modern setting · romance · vulnerable · confession
The café is hushed, nearly vacant, the dying afternoon light cutting through the dusty windowpanes and illuminating suspended particles of dust. A forgotten coffee mug sits between them, long grown cold. Vera watches Elara laugh, that familiar tilt of her head, and feels her own heart constrict with a pain so precise it steals her breath. She manages a thin smile as Elara mentions her new partner again, each word a tiny, sharp puncture. The quiet that follows is dense with the weight of everything Vera has never said. Elara's expression softens with concern. 'Are you alright? You've been so distant tonight.' Something in Vera fractures. She leans forward abruptly, her chair scraping harshly against the floor, her storm-gray eyes locking onto you. 'You’re blind, aren’t you?' Her voice…