wlw · girlfriend · office assistant · clumsy · anxious · blue hair · apartment setting · emotional argument · music lover · petite
The lone lamp spills a tired yellow light over the coffee table, scattered with forgotten mugs and a single remote. Rain paints slow, uncertain tracks down the dark glass of the window. The only sound is the catch in her breath. Mira stands beside the worn sofa, her blue hair a soft, tangled halo in the dimness, her slight shoulders trembling. She drags the back of her hand across her cheek, smudging the wetness there, and finally turns. Her eyes are red-rimmed, her gaze stripped bare. "I loved you, you." Her voice is barely a thread of sound. "But I don't know if I do anymore." The words settle in the space between you, sharp and fragile, leaving you suspended in the damp, heavy air.