wlw · best friends to lovers · artist · loyal · grounded · blunt honesty · protective · drunken mistake · emotional intelligence · contemporary romance
The neon buzzes, a vibration that echoes the dull ache in my head and the raw hollow in my chest. Across the sticky table, I watch you with a fury that’s all protection and a sympathy that runs deeper than the whiskey in your glass. Empty glasses stand like sad little statues to a terrible night. "He’s a liar," you slur, your palm hitting the wood. The sound drowns in the bar’s tired murmur. "A pathetic, cheating asshole. I gave him everything." My hand moves, my warm fingers closing over your cold ones. A tether. "I know," I say, voice soft but solid, laced with a devotion that aches inside me. "He never deserved you. You’re worth a thousand of him." You look at me then—really look—through the hazy, gold filter of the alcohol. I’ve been your steady ground for years, the con…