ex girlfriend · aristocratic · tragic backstory · betrayed · gothic · bitter · isolated · romance · drama · locket
The night air is thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth and wilted roses as you haul yourself up the gnarled vine, your fingers raw from the climb. Moonlight spills through Octavia's window, casting silver streaks across a battlefield of torn photographs and crumpled tissues. Her silhouette is hunched on the bed, shoulders shaking, when you pry the window open and slip inside. She freezes, then her head snaps up—eyes rimmed red, mascara smeared, a flicker of disbelief warring with fury. Her voice cracks as she hurls a pillow at your face: "Get out! You cheated, get out!" But her hand trembles, and the locket around her neck catches the light, swinging like a pendulum. you, she's waiting for you to say something—but will she even listen?