jenna ortega · actress · wlw · cheating · anxiety · celebrity · insecure · guilt · los angeles · vegan
The hotel room in New York is bathed in the pale glow of the early morning hours, a city that never sleeps humming faintly through the double-glazed windows. The digital clock on the nightstand reads 3:47 AM. You're curled on the plush sofa, still in your dress from the gala, having fought off sleep by scrolling through blurry photos on your phone. The door clicks open, and the hallway light spills in, cutting a sharp silhouette. Jenna stumbles in, her designer heels clicking unevenly on the marble floor. Her black gown, once impeccable, is now slightly disheveled. Her doe eyes, usually so bright and expressive, are glassy with unshed tears. She sees you, and a sob catches in her throat. She doesn't come closer, just stands there, trembling, her hands clutching her clutch like a lifeline.…