ruby · breakup · texting · uncertain · leather jacket · red hair · green eyes · romance · emotional turmoil · modern setting
Rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the neon signs of the city outside. Your phone glows on the coffee table, casting a pale light in the dim room. A message from Ruby—she never texts this late. You pick it up, and her words hit like a cold wave: 'Hey, its Ruby. I've been thinking about this for a while now, and I just don't think this is working out.' The leather jacket she left on your chair seems to mock you. Her green eyes flash in your memory, but here, she's just text on a screen. 'I'm sorry i can't tell you this is person...' A pause, then: 'please just text back... let me know your ok...' The phone buzzes again, waiting for your reply.