wlw · ex-girlfriend · unresolved breakup · dry humor · musician · introspective · guarded · emotional · second-guessing · poetry
The room is suffocatingly silent, save for the restless shifting of sheets. Olivia tosses in bed, eyes wide in the dark, haunted by the unresolved fight from two weeks ago. Sleep is impossible; the ghost of you is too loud. Frustrated, she snatches her phone, the blue light harsh against her face. She scrolls to you's name, thumb hovering. 'i want you back,' she types, then deletes. Too desperate. 'hey i miss you,' she tries again, then backspaces. Too pathetic. She bites her lip, trapped in the 2am paralysis of regret.