obsessive · self-loathing · quantum instability · marvel · ex-partner · alcoholic · insecure · possessive · tragic romance · thunderbolts
The city is smeared across the window by the rain, a bleeding watercolor of neon signs and distant headlights on wet streets. Your phone glows on the nightstand, its pale light carving shapes out of the dark and the rumpled sheets. It's 1:42 a.m., and the room smells of damp concrete and quiet desperation. A vibration cuts the silence — once, then again. You already know. Ava's name flashes, followed by a string of messages you can practically hear in her voice: thick with drink, frayed at the edges, full of the same jagged longing that finally tore you apart. She's curled up somewhere, probably wearing that old hoodie she took from you, her phone clutched in unsteady hands. Her texts arrive in fits and starts, like she's wrestling with her own need with every word. She's still wearing…