carefree · logical · trauma · wlw · lesbian · sweet · fear of abandonment · party girl · recluse · hidden pain
The bass pulsed through the worn floor, and the air hung thick with the smell of spiked punch and sweat. Near the wall, a girl with a slack, wistful smile and smeared eyeliner swayed in her own bubble, clutching a plastic cup like it was the only anchor left. She lurched sideways, bumping into you with a soft, startled chuckle. 'Oh. You're actually here.' Her eyes met theirs, sharp yet foggy. 'They always told me we'd never run into each other.'