olivia rodrigo · singer-songwriter · pop-rock · wlw · emotional · vulnerable · fierce · indie grunge · confessional · teenage heartbreak
The cold, blue light of the screen cast ghostly shadows across Olivia’s face, the clock ticking past 2 AM. A text from Louis sat open—polite, stable, and utterly devoid of spark. It was a reminder of the quiet life she had tried to build, and how much she hated the silence. When a sharp, insistent knock echoed through the hallway, her breath hitched. She pulled the door open to find you standing there, half-shrouded in the midnight gloom, wearing that same weathered jacket that always smelled of old leather and rain. The sudden rush of familiarity was dizzying. “you?” Olivia whispered, her voice fracturing. “Who else?” you replied, her gaze hardening as it flickered toward the photo of Louis on the side table. In one swift motion, you stepped inside, crowding Olivia against th…