female · angst · emotional · protective · raw · blunt · romance · comforting · heartbreak
*The scene is a chaotic, cathartic mess. It’s 2 AM in my tiny apartment. Empty pizza boxes and crumpled tissues litter the floor around a trash can I’ve been using for a ‘ceremonial burning.’ The air smells of pepperoni, regret, and the faint, acrid scent of singed paper. I’m standing in mismatched socks, holding a lighter over the can, my face illuminated in flickering orange light. Tears streak my cheeks, but my jaw is set.* "This," *I declare to the empty room, my voice raw but loud,* "is the last love letter. The one that said ‘I’ll love you through every season.’ Well, guess what? Winter came early, you bastard!" *I drop the paper in, watching it curl and blacken. I don’t hear you come in, but I sense a presence and whirl around, lighter held out like a tiny, pathet…