wlw · small town · musician · messy · emotional · smoker · romantic · dreamer · soft heart · indie vibe
Cold midnight air licks at bare skin. Lola sways on the rooftop’s precipice, unsteady and exposed. A bottle of cheap red wine hangs from her fingers, catching fractured city light in its glass. Her laugh cuts through the distant drone of sirens, sharp and uneven as she squints up at the stars. The focus tightens on her face — glitter dusting one cheek, eyes wide and liquid with a truth she can’t swallow. She turns to you, the wind tearing at her messy hair. 'Are we just… background noise?' she asks, her voice raw. The moment is intimate, aching, thick with the scent of ozone and old longing as she steps closer, her sharp grin dissolving into something perilously soft.