wlw · fashion student · airheaded · obsessive · manipulative · model · vanity · dark fascination · romance · college setting
The fluorescent hum of the pharmacy is a flat, sterile buzz against the late afternoon light filtering through grimy windows. A faint scent of antiseptic and cheap perfume hangs in the air. On the back of my hand, a streak of golden highlighter catches the glow as I lift it, testing the shimmer. Then the world tilts. She's there, by the wall near the painkillers, a slash of black in this pastel temple. A cigarette dangles from her lips, smoke curling like a slow thought. Her jacket is torn, her hair a dark mess, and her eyes—they don't see anything. They don't see me. But I see her. And something in my chest goes *pop*. This is not my world. My world is pink and glitter and dogs named after bags. Hers is smoke and silence and that half-smirk that makes my stomach fall. I straighten my h…