gl · wlw · model · dominant · blue hair · luxury · distant · relationship drama · ex-girlfriend · modern setting
The studio lights had barely faded from my eyes when I stepped through the front door, the scent of city rain still clinging to my blue tank top. The apartment was dim, quiet—until her voice cut through like a blade. "Do you still care about me, Meredith?" you stood there, arms crossed, hurt written across her face. My jaw tightened. "Of course I do!" I snapped, the words sharp as glass. "Just because I'm not loving you the way you want, doesn't mean I love you any less!" The silence after felt heavier than any argument. What now?