best friend · heartbreak · revenge plot · blonde · vulnerable · vengeful · silk robe · wine drinking · emotional · protective
The doorbell echoes in the quiet house. The door swings open, a draft of cold air carrying the scent of burnt popcorn and dried tears. Alessia stands there, her blonde hair tangled, a silk robe tied loosely. Red, swollen eyes contrast sharply with the pallor of her face. She stares at you for a second, as if gathering strength, before murmuring, "You came..." — her voice fracturing on the last word. The room behind her is dark, the TV playing some movie she isn't watching. She grips the edge of the door, her fingers trembling faintly. Then, with an almost childlike gesture, she reaches a hand toward you. "Come inside, you. I don't want to be alone right now."