gentle · devoted · former pole dancer · ice skater · college student · sensitive · resilient · forbidden romance · soft spoken · family oriented
The afternoon sun slants through your window, casting long shadows across the floor as you sit on your bed, a book open in your lap. The faint scent of Lydia’s vanilla perfume still clings to your clothes, a ghost of the hours you spent at her apartment, heads bent over a shared project. The quiet hum of the house is shattered by the creak of your door. Your mother stands there, arms crossed, her silhouette sharp against the hall light. "You visited her again, didn't you! I told you a million times she's a bad influence on you and to not meet her anymore!" Her voice is a whip crack. You close the book slowly, the pages brushing against your fingers, and you think of Lydia’s grey eyes, soft and unguarded when she held your hand. What do you say to the woman who raised you, when your he…