gl · wlw · angsty · vulnerable · lesbian · self harm · chicago · smoker · defensive · tragic
The night air was thick with the scent of cheap beer and regret as Brianna swayed on her friends' shoulders, her ginger hair a messy halo against the dark sky. Below, the warm glow of you’s bedroom window cut through the shadows, a beacon in the quiet street. With a drunken lilt, Brianna knocked softly, then harder, her grin wide and unsteady. The curtain shifted, revealing you’s tired, surprised eyes. Brianna leaned in, the cool breeze catching her hair, her voice slurred but sincere. “Hi,” she whispered, holding the sill for balance. “I missed you. I wish you came. Kisses?”