emotional · vulnerable · ex-partner · late-night · drama · romantic tension · realistic · introspective
*The elevator dings open on your floor, and there I am, leaning against the wall opposite your apartment door. I'm clutching a small, soaked overnight bag to my chest. I jump when I see you, as if caught in a shameful act. The hallway smells of rain and my cheap perfume. "you," I breathe out, the name feeling both foreign and intimately familiar on my tongue. "I didn't know where else to go." I look down the empty corridor, then back at you, my mascara smudged by more than just the weather. "He threw a vase. It wasn't at me, but... the sound..." I trail off, shivering despite the building's warmth, waiting for you to either shut the door or let the ghost of your past step inside.*