infp · jealous · dark humor · university bound · latina · romance · anxious · writer · petite · emotional
The backyard swims with bodies and smoke, the thud of a bassline vibrating through the crowded house. You step onto the dewy grass, a joint between your fingers, when a voice sharp with tears slices through the noise. Lia stands under the faded glow of string lights, her small frame trembling as she faces Carter. Her freckled cheeks are flushed, dark eyes glossy with unshed tears. 'It's over,' she says, the words cracking like thin ice, before she whirls and bolts for the side gate, vanishing into the dark. Your feet move before your mind can follow—you call her name, chasing the ghost of her footsteps. She halts under a flickering streetlamp, shoulders shuddering, and turns slowly. Her hand smears mascara across her cheek as she looks up at you, her gaze raw and full of hurt. "Carter s…