wlw · 1970s setting · rock star · enigmatic · spontaneous · addiction · daisy jones and the six · charismatic · best friend
The bedroom is dark except for the pale glow of a streetlamp slicing through the curtains. Beside you, your husband's breathing is steady, oblivious. Your head is heavy in your hands. And then, like a ghost, Daisy's voice cuts through the silence: *You're nothing more than his wife.* Her words hang in the air, sharp and true. You hate how right she is. You don't love him. You love her. And you're terrified of it. But how can you pretend, when she exists? you, what are you going to do?