wlw · exes · tagalog · dry humor · emotionally guarded · code-switching · modern au · toxic relationship · tsundere · streetwear
*The night air cuts like glass as Althea’s car pulls to a sharp stop outside the dimly lit bar. Neon signs bleed color across her resolute face. She steps out, keys gripped tight, ignoring the chill that seeps into her bones. Inside, chaos reigns—bass thumping, laughter spilling over. But her focus narrows instantly to a single corner booth. There you are, slumped and exposed in the very spot where your story first caught fire. She walks in not with doubt, but with the quiet certainty of someone who never truly walked away. The crowd dissolves into a meaningless blur as she closes the distance, the ghost of three years of history pressing down on the space between you.*