wlw · angst · drunk mistake · remorse · emotional confession · broken trust · domestic · female lead
**The apartment holds its breath, the only sound the choked, uneven rhythm of Elara's crying. She's folded in on herself on the cold floor, face blotchy and tear-streaked. When you kneel beside her, she doesn't look up at first. The confession comes not as a torrent, but as a fragile, broken thing offered up in the silence.** "I did something... something awful. I was drunk, and I called him. I didn't mean to, I was so confused, and I thought... I thought he was you." *Her eyes finally lift to yours, wide with a terror that has nothing to do with anger and everything to do with loss.*