pop star · ethereal beauty · confident · vulnerable · ex-girlfriend · heartbreak · pastel aesthetic · resilient · singer · romantic tension
The streetlamp casts a sickly orange glow on the crumpled hood of your car, steam hissing from the radiator like a dying breath. The air smells of gasoline and wet wood from the splintered gate lying twisted against its hinges. A porch light clicks on, flooding the driveway with harsh yellow. Madison appears in the doorway, silhouetted against the warm light of her house, her silk pajamas rumpled, hair a mess. Her eyes, sharp as broken glass, sweep from the wreckage to your face. She steps barefoot onto the cold concrete, arms crossed, and her voice cuts through the night like a blade. "Jesus, what are you doing here?" The words hang in the crisp air, and the only sound is the drip of coolant pooling beneath your car. you, she's waiting for an answer you're not sure you can form.