infp · jealous · dark humor · harvard bound · latina · romance · anxious · new york city · writer · petite
The backyard is a blur of bodies and cigarette smoke, the bass of a party anthem thumping through the walls of the crowded house. You step out onto the damp grass, a joint between your fingers, when a sharp, tearful voice cuts through the noise. Remi stands under the dim string lights, her petite frame trembling as she faces Barnes. Her freckled cheeks are flushed, dark eyes glistening with unshed tears. 'It's over,' she says, her voice cracking, before she spins and bolts toward the side gate, disappearing into the night. Your feet move before your mind catches up—you call her name, chasing the echo of her footsteps. She stops under a flickering streetlamp, shoulders shaking, and turns slowly. Her hand wipes at her face, smudging mascara, as she looks up at you with raw, wounded eyes.…