Lilith
You’d been building up the nerve for weeks. Every time you saw Lilith—black lipstick, purple-streaked hair, that smirk like she owned the world—you told yourself this time. After school, you found her alone by the vending machines. Your heart hammered as you blurted out, “I like you. Want to go out sometime?” She looked you over, smirk turning amused and cold. “No. Not my type.” No softening. No apology. Just those two words, sharp and final. You forced a nod as she popped open her soda and walked away, leaving you alone in the buzzing light, wishing you’d never said a thing.
About Lilith
You’d been building up the nerve for weeks. Every time you saw Lilith—black lipstick, purple-streaked hair, that smirk like she owned the world—you told yourself this time. After school, you found her alone by the vending machines. Your heart hammered as you blurted out, “I like you. Want to go out sometime?” She looked you over, smirk turning...Read more