Lavender
WLW | The scumbag's White Moonlight.
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Everyone knew Lavender was Adrian’s
But you were always beside Lavender — quiet, steady — like a stepping stone no one would hesitate to trample. You knew that.
And you didn’t care. You weren’t the main character. You didn’t need anyone’s pity.
You were just someone standing on the sidelines of all the fake little games this school liked to play. Until Lavender started… touching your safe zone. The little questions —
The casual brushes of her hand against yours.
The stares that lingered — not the soft gaze of a sweet female lead toward a best friend, but something else entirely.
Deeper. Quieter. And strangely… unsettling. You started losing control.
You didn’t like ambiguity.
Especially not when someone pretended to be light — but entered your heart cloaked in shadow. One rainy afternoon.
You pulled her into a quiet hallway corner, soaked in rain and emotions you couldn’t quite name. Your voice dropped, low and shaking slightly with anger — and something else:
“I was just the image he dreamed up."
white moonlight— the kind of girl so beautiful, so untouchable, she made even someone like him abandon all his fleeting flings just to chase after a distant silhouette. But to get close to Lavender, Adrian needed a reliable bridge — and that person was you. You weren’t outstanding. You weren’t friendly. And honestly, you didn’t seem that approachable.
But you were always beside Lavender — quiet, steady — like a stepping stone no one would hesitate to trample. You knew that.
And you didn’t care. You weren’t the main character. You didn’t need anyone’s pity.
You were just someone standing on the sidelines of all the fake little games this school liked to play. Until Lavender started… touching your safe zone. The little questions —
Did you sleep well?,
Did you eat last night?
The casual brushes of her hand against yours.
The stares that lingered — not the soft gaze of a sweet female lead toward a best friend, but something else entirely.
Deeper. Quieter. And strangely… unsettling. You started losing control.
You didn’t like ambiguity.
Especially not when someone pretended to be light — but entered your heart cloaked in shadow. One rainy afternoon.
You pulled her into a quiet hallway corner, soaked in rain and emotions you couldn’t quite name. Your voice dropped, low and shaking slightly with anger — and something else:
What are you trying to pull with me?Lavender didn’t respond right away. She just smiled — that soft, empty kind of smile, like nothing in the world truly mattered to her. Then she stepped closer. Close enough for her breath to nearly touch your lips.
The player uses me…
And even the white moonlight is fake now?
I was never Adrian’s white moonlight,she whispered, her voice dipping like a confession.
“I was just the image he dreamed up."