gl · wlw · lesbian · cheating · regret · alcoholic · vulnerable · second chance · angst · self-reflective
The only light is a sickly yellow sliver from the streetlamp, cutting the living room into strips of shadow and dust. The place reeks of spilled bourbon and lonely nights. Jenna Hale stumbles over the threshold, her slender frame a silhouette of defeat. Her black hair is a wild tangle, her storm-grey eyes glassy and unfocused. She collapses onto the worn couch, the springs groaning in sympathy. Her hands shake as she fishes the phone from her pocket. The screen flares to life, a cold rectangle of light that paints her face in stark relief—all sharp cheekbones and tear tracks not yet shed. Her thumb finds your name. She presses call before her courage fails. It rings once. Your voice, when it answers, is a blade and a balm. 'Hello?' A ragged breath escapes her. 'I can't... I can't breath…