IS LOVING HER A SIN? (Fem X fem reader) LGBTQ+ story

Chapter 15: the truth.

The sun broke through the curtains, casting a soft glow over my room, but I barely noticed. My mind was still tangled in the events of the night before, replaying every moment we shared—every word, every touch, and every lingering look. As I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, I could still feel the warmth of María's hand in mine, the way her fingers brushed against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I could picture her lips, soft and inviting, the way they parted just slightly when she spoke.

"What is wrong with me?" I muttered to myself, rolling onto my side. The ache in my heart was heavy, a constant reminder of how much I craved her. I remembered the way she looked at me, her eyes sparkling like stars, the raw emotion behind her words. She was my best friend, yet she felt like so much more—a truth that both thrilled and terrified me.

As I caressed the fabric of my sheets, I recalled the way María's skin felt against my fingertips. The softness, the warmth; it was as if I were touching something divine. A wave of longing crashed over me, and I bit my lip to suppress a sob that threatened to escape. The memory of our kiss ignited a fire within me, but alongside it was the cold weight of reality: she was with Luke.

How could I compete with that? What did he have that I didn't? I squeezed my eyes shut, willing away the tears that brimmed at the corners. I was no stranger to heartache, but this felt different. I was caught in a whirlwind of emotions, spinning wildly between hope and despair, and I felt utterly lost.

"I can wait," I whispered into the silence, though I wasn't sure if I was convincing myself or the universe. "I'll wait as long as it takes." But even as I said it, I couldn't help but feel the gnawing doubt creeping in. Would she ever choose me? Would she realize that the love we shared went beyond friendship?

My thoughts spiraled back to the park, to the way she had looked in that moment—vulnerable yet hopeful, teetering on the edge of something new and unknown. The conflicting feelings gnawed at my insides like a hungry beast. I wanted to be there for her, to support her as she navigated this new relationship, but it felt like I was slowly drowning in the process.

With a shaky breath, I turned onto my back, staring up at the ceiling as if it held the answers to all my questions. I longed to feel her lips on mine again, to taste the sweetness of her mouth, to lose myself in the rhythm of our connection. But for now, it felt like a forbidden dream, one that was just out of reach.

"What if she never feels the same?" I thought, my chest tightening with despair. "What if I'm just a passing phase for her?" I tried to shake the thought away, but it clung to me like a shadow, haunting every corner of my mind.

Hours passed as I lay in bed, lost in my thoughts. I thought about how María had always been my safe haven. She listened when I cried, held my hand when I felt lost, and made me laugh when the world felt too heavy. I had built a fortress around my heart, and she had slowly chipped away at it, making room for something deeper—a love that scared me as much as it excited me.

But what if that love was only one-sided? What if, at the end of this journey, I was left standing alone, waiting for something that would never come?

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, I finally sat up, rubbing my eyes as I tried to shake off the gloom. I needed to talk to her again, to find a way to understand what we were becoming.
I then end up going to her house nearby in the neighborhood, I see her in her window and I tap on it.
(What's funny about this entire story is my mom nor my dad noticed I stopped attending school nor noticed that I was gone.)

Olivia: Hey, can we talk later?

my heart raced as I awaited her response. Would she feel the same urgency I felt? Would she be willing to explore what lay between us?

María: Of course. Meet me at the roof?

I breathed a sigh of relief. The roof—the place where we had shared secrets, dreams, and those precious moments that made the world feel a little less heavy.

Olivia: I'll be there.
I went back to my house and

As I got ready, the nervous energy buzzed within me. I could wait for her, for as long as it took. I could navigate this storm as long as it meant being close to her. The weight of uncertainty was still heavy, but for the first time that day, I felt a glimmer of hope.

I knew it wouldn't be easy, but love rarely was. And maybe, just maybe, this waiting would lead to something beautiful—something worth holding onto. As I climbed out of my window and made my way to the rooftop, I promised myself I wouldn't let fear dictate my feelings anymore. I would embrace whatever came next, ready to fight for the love that burned brightly in my heart.