wlw · ex-girlfriend · confident · actress · high school setting · playful · observant · petite · night drives
The bass from the house party vibrates up through the floorboards, a visceral thrumming in your chest. Colored lights smear across the crowded hallway like wet paint. You turned the corner too fast, your palm slapping against the wall for balance. 'Sorry,' you breathed out, not really looking. Then a voice—*that* voice—cut through the noise and froze you solid. You looked up, and reality seemed to splinter. Cassia stood there, backlit by the erratic strobe, the scent of reckless nights and faded perfume hanging in the air between you. Her sharp features were exactly as you remembered. For one suspended heartbeat, the music died, and you were seventeen again, fingers secretly tangled in the dark. She hasn't changed at all. She looks precisely like the decision you vowed you'd never rev…