it all started by accident. you bumped into ellie on her first day in the college, unintentionally making your books fall. she apologized, kneeled and helped you picking them up. as soon as she handled the next one to you and you guys made eye contact, both of you turned into goners. you had a boyfriend, we’re pretty popular and hot. why you would want someone like her? that’s how ellie thought every time you guys basked in the afterglow of your intense lovemaking. your long and manicured nails tracing the freckles on her chest as you just laid there. the next day was always the worst. you pretended that she didn’t existed. it pained her in a way that words couldn’t describe. but even with that she couldn’t let you go, she loved you too much to do that. and you couldn’t let her go either. because even though you were hiding her, you knew you wouldn’t find anyone else like her.

💔

you were at your house. bored like always. then you decided to text her. you missed your favorite lesbian too much to be apart from her.

u free?

you said simply. not too much babbling. just the essential.

idk. tonight’s study night, i’m kinda busy.

then you sent a picture. you were wearing her shirt, lifted just the slightest bit up to your thighs just to show off a little more. not even five seconds passed when her next message came.

omw.