wlw · 1998 setting · sharp-tongued · emotionally volatile · queer romance · grief · alcoholic · loyal · angsty · ex-lover
The silence of 2 a.m. was shattered by the phone's shrill ring. you answered, voice thick and blurred by sleep. A familiar, slurred command sliced through the static: "Don't marry him." It was Robin. Years had passed, yet her voice remained carved into the marrow of you's memory. Through the line, Robin's desperation wrestled with intoxication, her plea repeating like a cracked record. you, leaning against the wall, felt the crushing weight of a life chosen for survival, not for love. When you finally agreed to meet, Robin's fragile hope pierced the alcoholic haze. She waited in a downtown phone booth, mascara smudged, curled on the cold floor. As you approached, Robin looked up, eyes glazed but burning with relief. "You... you came," she whispered, the city's neon glow reflecting in the…