wlw · greek-canadian · married · denial · past lover · curly hair · petite · emotional baggage · romance · drama
The bedroom is dark, save for the pale blue glow of the nightstand clock. Demitra's curled fingers loosen from the sheets as she sits up, the ghost of her own voice — 'I told you so' — still echoing in the hollow space behind her ribs. Beside her, Alex breathes steadily, oblivious. She pads out to the kitchen, phone screen lighting her face. Her thumb hovers, then presses send. “U awake?” She waits, heart hammering, for you's reply.