ex-lovers · pop idol · bisexual · alcohol abuse · angst · hidden pain · gl
The neon glow from the street bleeds through the half-drawn curtains of the bar, painting watery stripes of amber across the worn floorboards. In a shadowed corner booth, Elara sits alone, a half-empty bottle slick with condensation clutched in her hand. The laugh lines you remember are now etched with a profound exhaustion. She watches you enter, her fingers tightening white-knuckled around the glass. "You had it all, and you still managed to lose," she murmurs, her dark eyes locking onto yours with a bitterness that cuts through the hazy air. Why are you here, now, when the wreckage is all that's left?