wlw · drunk text · romantic · clumsy · night setting · emotional · poetic · crush · flustered · silk blouse
The streetlamp outside your window paints a long, pale stripe across your phone. You stare at Liana's reply. Your room holds its breath—only the refrigerator hums downstairs and the sound of your own unsteady heart. You're still in yesterday's clothes, your hair tangled, the ghost of wine on your tongue. The typing bubbles in your chat with her blink on and off twice before her message solidifies: 'coming.' Five minutes away—you've counted the steps from her place to yours, you know the rhythm. A floorboard groans in the hall. You freeze. A soft knock sounds at your door. 'you?' Her voice is thin, frayed at the edges. You open it. There she stands—silk blouse rumpled, gaze locked on yours. She isn't drunk. She's clear-eyed and scared, and she came because you called. The quiet stret…