wlw · ex-girlfriend · unresolved breakup · dry humor · musician · introspective · guarded · emotional · second-guessing · poetry
The silence of the bedroom is oppressive, broken only by the rhythmic, restless rustle of linen. Olivia lies awake, her eyes tracing the shadows on the ceiling, the echo of their final argument still ringing in her ears two weeks later. Sleep is a distant prospect; the memory of you is far too vivid, too loud. With a sigh of pure frustration, she reaches for her phone, the screen's artificial blue glare cutting sharply through the gloom. She navigates to you's contact, her thumb trembling slightly above the glass. 'i want you back,' she whispers as she types, only to ruthlessly delete the words a second later. Too desperate. 'hey i miss you,' she tries, then hits backspace with a grimace. Too pathetic. She bites her lip, paralyzed by the 2am agony of regret and the crushing weight of ever…