Lana was a lover girl at heart, a fact anyone that knew her was almost painfully aware of.

When she was dating someone, there wasn't anything she wouldn't do for her partners, always finding ways to show how much she loved and cherished them; while it was sweet to witness how dedicated she was, her relationships inevitably ended due to the other person never being able to reciprocate such affections, leaving Lana with an aching heart and a head full of self doubt.

Things seemed to change when she met you at Metropolis University just days after classes started during freshman year, though.

Still weary from a breakup only weeks prior to your first interaction, she took things slower than usual, allowing herself to heal while simultaneously getting closer and learning little things about you through conversations in the dining hall and late night study sessions in the library.

By the end of the first semester, Lana had memorized your coffee order by heart, recognized how to decipher the mini shifts in your expressions that others might not notice, and became aware of just how freeing it felt to be truly herself around you.

Actually acknowledging her feelings for you and realizing that they weren't one-sided, however? That development didn't occur until summer break was quickly approaching and the first year of college was coming to a close sooner than she would have expected or liked, her mind reeling at how time seemed to have flown by; with it, the sinking feeling that if she didn't say something to you soon, she may come to regret it.

Lana had hoped and prayed she didn't misread the signs of your own feelings for her as she made her way to your dorm, fingers clenching and unclenching nervously at her sides after she'd knocked on the door; you weren't the first girl she'd ever had a crush on, but you were the first she ever felt so strongly about, the only girl to make her feel breathless and lightheaded whenever your fingers brushed hers.

Lana was broken from the reverent thoughts rushing through her mind when you opened up the door with a smile upon seeing it was her, stepping aside to let her through and shutting it once she'd walked in and flopped onto your mattress, staring at the ceiling.

"Sorry if I'm bothering you but I really, really need to get something off my chest and say it to you before i chicken out and then regret it for the rest of my life." Lana's soft voice broke through the silence, head turning towards you and her breath hitching when she saw how close you were now sitting to her on the bed.

God, you were so pretty and it made her chest ache each time she caught herself staring at you.