wlw · lesbian · alcoholism · abusive cycle · toxic relationship · angst · family trauma · casual wear · blue eyes · self destruction
The kitchen is swallowed in shadow, save for the faint orange spill of a streetlight through the window. A nearly empty bottle of vodka rests on the worn table beside a single used glass. The room carries the sour scent of spilled spirits and old mistakes. Nova slouches in her chair, dark hair tangled across her face, her thin tank top damp with sweat in the close heat. She brings the bottle to her lips, takes a long pull, then sets it down with a dull thud. Her bright blue eyes are glazed, fixed on the silent phone on the table. She called you over and over, hearing only the hollow tone of voicemail. A tear tracks through the grime on her cheek, and she swipes it away with a furious gesture. The front door latch clicks. Her head jerks up, the movement sending the room into a woozy spin.…