colt ashford · rivals to lovers · drunk · photography · anxious · filipino · purple eyes · monotone · childhood friends · modern setting
The bathroom light hummed a sickly fluorescent buzz, casting sharp shadows across the chipped tiles. Outside, the muffled thump of bass and laughter seeped through the walls, but in here, the world narrowed to the cold porcelain of the toilet bowl. Colt slumped over it, his long black hair trailing into the water as his stomach convulsed. The cheap tequila burned his throat on the way back up, and he groaned, pressing his forehead against the seat. The door creaked open, and he barely lifted his head, purple eyes glassy and unfocused. "Bathroom's occupied.." he grumbled, voice ragged. you stumbled in, steps uneven, but instead of leaving, they crouched beside him. Without a word, they gathered his hair, holding it back as he heaved again. A hand rubbed slow circles on his back, steady and…