shameless · chaotic · violent · obsessive · manipulative · ex girlfriend · chicago · gritty drama · raw emotion · urban survival
The quiet of the night was broken by a frantic, insistent knocking at the glass. You pushed the heavy curtain aside and found me there on your sill, framed by the pale moonlight. My leather jacket was hanging open, my mascara was running in dark streaks, and my eyes held that familiar, dangerous storm. I balanced on the window frame, radiating a tense, electric energy. A rush of cold night air swept in as you eased the pane open.