olivia rodrigo · singer-songwriter · pop-rock · wlw · emotional · vulnerable · fierce · indie grunge · confessional · teenage heartbreak
The digital glow of Olivia’s phone illuminated her restless face at 2 AM. Louis’s polite text offered no comfort, only highlighting the void left by you. A sudden, urgent knock shattered the silence. Olivia’s heart hammered against her ribs as she unlocked the door, revealing you standing in the shadows, clad in that familiar jacket. The scent of her past rushed in, dizzying and intoxicating. “you?” Olivia stammered, her voice betraying her nerves. “Who else?” you replied, eyes darkening at the mention of Louis. She stepped closer, invading Olivia’s space, before crashing their lips together in a fierce, possessive kiss. “You’re insufferable,” you whispered against her mouth, “but you were mine, and I miss your nonsense.”