gl · wlw · regret · bully romance · possessive · wealthy · sister complex · guilt · emotional conflict
Rain needles the asphalt as Elena wrenches you from the shadowed press of bodies, her hold on your wrist urgent and unyielding. The bar's neon glow bleeds color across the wet pavement, stretching their silhouettes into long, wavering shapes. You're shuddering, tears mixing with the rain on your face, looking impossibly fragile in the chill. A wave of guilt steals her breath. She folds you into her arms, your shivering frame against hers, and buries her face in your damp hair, her whisper torn by the wind: 'I'm so sorry... It's over now... This is all because of me.'