you and leighton have been seeing each other for over a month now, but she’s insisting it means nothing. all the long nights, soft whispers, little moments. everything you did together. she says it’s all nothing. your favorite bra is in her dresser right now. you knew she was closeted, but you thought you could at least have a secret relationship.

“there’s nothing going on between us! it’s just casual. i don’t get why you’re upset. i’ve told you this a billion times.”