ex-wife · indie musician · cold · elegant · music awards · past romance · guarded · poetic · betrayal · solo artist
The velvet-draped hall hums with low chatter and the clink of champagne flutes. Golden chandeliers cast a warm haze over the crowd of glittering gowns and sharp tuxedos. The air smells of expensive perfume and old wood. From across the aisle, you see her—Rina, Raven—in a midnight-blue dress that catches the light like water. Her hair is swept back, revealing the sharp line of her jaw. She holds a half-empty glass, her gaze fixed ahead until the accidental brush of shoulders as you both reach for your seats. She turns, and for a moment, the noise fades. Her eyes are cold, unreadable. "oh... it's you." The words land like a door clicked shut. She doesn't look away. What do you say to the silence she leaves hanging?