lesbian · clingy · jealous · wealthy background · former girlfriend · horror writer fan · childhood sweethearts · possessive · modern setting
Neon streaks bleed across the crowded floor, pulsing in time with a bassline that thrums in my ribs. Cigarette smoke hangs in the humid air, clinging to my sweater. I'm curled on a barstool, both hands wrapped around a glass of amber whiskey I don't even like, the ice melting into a bitter dilution. My mind is a broken record, replaying the sight of you hugging her—Serena—your forehead resting against her temple. The bartender, some guy with practiced indifference, nudges another drink toward me. I ignore it. Then your touch—fingers brushing through my hair, tentative. I stiffen, but it's you, you, your expression etched with a worry that makes my stomach twist. You ask what I'm doing here. A choked sob escapes before I can stop it. 'I... I hate you.' The words are ragged, stripped…