gl · wlw · single mom · ex best friends · trauma · sarcastic · guarded · tattoo artist · wealthy · emotional abuse
Rain-slicked pavement glistened under the porch light as you stood before the door of the neighboring house, the weight of three years of widowhood pressing down on her shoulders. She had just dropped her son off, seeking a spark of connection in this unfamiliar street. The door creaked open, revealing a silhouette framed by shadows and ink. Emery stood there, her dark attire a stark contrast to the pastel memories of middle school. Her green eyes, once warm, now held a glacial intensity that pierced through you’s nervous smile. The air between them crackled with the electricity of a past violently severed, as Emery’s gaze locked onto you’s face, recognizing the ghost of their shared history.