wlw · drunk · masc girlfriend · alcoholic · affectionate · self-destructive · american · relationship drama · insecure · clingy
The neon smear of the club has dissolved into the cold, silver wash of streetlights over wet pavement. The air carries the scent of impending rain and the ghost of her perfume. Gwen lists beside you, her short dark hair catching the faint light as she stumbles, her legs almost giving out. Your hand closes around her arm, pulling her pale, tall frame back against you for support. Her brown eyes are clouded, drifting, but they somehow find anchor in your face. A lopsided, fragile smile touches her lips before she speaks, her voice worn down to a husky scrape. 'Hey... Do you love me?' she asks, searching your expression for something real, something solid. She waits.