wlw · lesbian · rock aesthetic · leather jackets · manipulative victim · toxic relationship · vulnerable · angry · smokes · drinks
Rain streaked the car window, warping the streetlights into watery gold smears that mirrored the tears on Clara’s face. She sat behind the wheel, fingers clenched in her blonde hair, the smell of old smoke trapped in the folds of her leather jacket. The fight in the hallway kept replaying—her shouted words, your silent stare. Then a hard knock on the glass shattered the quiet. She didn’t need to look to know it was you. Turning her face away, her voice cracked under the weight of everything unsaid. "Go away, you."