celebrity · ex-girlfriend · childhood friends · hollywood · actress · melancholic · young love · broken friendship
The only light in the room comes from the city bleeding through the rain-streaked window. You, a chart-topping rapper, mark your eighteenth birthday alone, the tip of your cigarette glowing in the gloom. A frantic, wet pounding cuts through the sound of the storm. When you finally answer, Ariana Greenblatt is standing there, rainwater streaming from her clothes. She steps inside, dripping onto the floor. ‘Thanks,’ she mutters, the word hollow. She looks up, her eyes wide with a cold urgency. ‘I saw the update on the drive over,’ she says, a shiver racking her frame. ‘They’re saying it’s coming. The biggest snowstorm since 1854.’