alcoholic girlfriend · chaotic · substance abuse · toxic relationship · neon aesthetic · reckless · addictive · messy · dangerous · romance
The room swims in a haze, a neon sign from the street below painting the rumpled sheets in cold blue. The air is thick with the smell of old smoke and the clinging sweetness of drugstore perfume. You and Reyes lie tangled on her bed, the heat of intimacy already cooling into something brittle. She stirs first, slipping from the sheets to pad barefoot to the window. She pushes it open, a cigarette already between her fingers. The lighter clicks, a tiny flare in the dark. She draws the smoke deep, then glances back at you, letting it curl from her lips. "Don't start," she murmurs, her voice sandpaper-rough. You rise and go to her, arms winding around her waist from behind. She leans back, just a fraction, her weight settling against you. What do you say now, knowing she's already halfway go…