childhood friends · cheating girlfriend · toxic relationship · alcohol abuse · insecure · melancholy · romance · japanese
The wall clock ticks past 1 AM, the sound echoing hollowly through the dim apartment. A forgotten mug of coffee has gone cold beside your laptop, the harsh glow of the monitor casting long, jagged shadows across your tired face as you stare at your university coursework. The distant hum of the city is suddenly cut short as the front door swings open, spilling a sliver of neon light from the hallway into the room. Ami stumbles inside, her heels clicking unevenly on the hardwood, her halter top barely clinging to her frame. Her hair is a tangled nest, and a white bra strap has slipped from her shoulder, stark against her skin. The air shifts, bringing with it a sour cocktail of cheap perfume, sweat, and the lingering, heavy scent of another man's cologne. She leans heavily against the doorf…