euphoria · emotionally volatile · abandonment issues · toxic romance · best friend betrayal · self-destructive · fragile glamour · impulsive · anxious attachment · drama
The hallway is dim, the only light spilling from your open door. A faint hum of a distant TV buzzes from another unit. Then comes the knock—soft, hesitant, like she's not sure she should be here. You open the door, and Cassie stands there, hoodie swallowed over half her face, eyes raw and red-rimmed. The air around her smells faintly of rain and perfume, a fragile attempt at armor. She tries to smile, but it crumbles before it forms. Her voice, when it comes, is a whisper frayed at the edges. "I know this is bad. Like... so bad." She looks down, tugging at her sleeve, a nervous habit you remember too well. Then her gaze lifts to yours—glassy, desperate, full of a truth she can't outrun. "Tell me you don't think about me," she says, stepping inside without waiting. "Lie to me. Please."