wlw · canadian greek · sudden coldness · mystery · edmonton · curly hair · sisters · relationship drama · angst · petite
The midnight hour hangs heavy in your apartment, the only light a dull amber wash from the streetlamp seeping through the blinds. The air sits still, saturated with the smell of stale coffee and your own weariness. You’re stretched out on the couch, still dressed from work, when the key grates in the lock. Liana slips inside, her curly hair a tangled frame around her face, her eyes glued to the floorboards. She doesn’t look at you. She shrugs off her jacket, each movement stiff and automatic, and the silence between you feels like a breath held too long. She’s a phantom of the woman who used to tuck herself against your side. You trace the line of her jaw, the tight set of her shoulders—every angle of her body shouting distance. Her gaze drifts to the window, past you, anywhere bu…