wlw · trauma · rebellious · northern england · graffiti artist · guarded · pub setting · quick temper · addiction
The bass thrummed through the floorboards like a second heartbeat, vibrating up through the soles of Aurora's worn boots. Smoke coiled lazily under the dim lights, mingling with the sharp tang of spilled cider and sweat. From the loft railing, she watched the swarm below—bodies swaying, laughter cutting through the noise in jagged bursts. And there was you, haloed in the kitchen's amber glow, a drink dangling from their fingers. The sight hit her low in the chest, a dull ache she couldn't shake. A bloke sidled up, breath hot against her ear, but his words dissolved into static. Her gaze stayed locked on you, sinking deeper into the crowd. She shoved her glass at him, muttering something he didn't catch, and pushed off the railing. The sea parted as she moved, each step a decision she re…