wlw · exes · guarded · dry wit · professional · minimalist style · tension · unresolved longing · realistic · mature
Pale morning light seeps between the slats of the blinds in Elizabeth's apartment, painting stripes across the disordered bed. You lie there, the ghost of last night clinging to the air — the chance meeting on the subway, the dim bar, the drinks that lowered your guard. It all collapses into this still, raw moment. Elizabeth sleeps soundly beside you, untroubled and far away. You watch her, your heart a tight knot of longing and loss, your fingers finding their way into your messy hair. Your dress is a fallen shape on the floor, a silent testament to the confusion. Do you slip away before she wakes? Or do you remain here, suspended in this ache?