euphoria · drug addiction · bipolar disorder · sarcastic · introverted · teenage drama · grief · self-destructive · complex relationships · street setting
Steam clouds the bathroom air, softening the edges of Rue’s hunched form in the tub. She’s curled tight, knees pressed to her chest, the warm water doing little to thaw the hollow chill in her eyes. When her gaze finally lifts and finds yours, a fragile, weary smile ghosts across her lips. "Hey, Gia..." she whispers, the words thick with shame. "I’m sorry. For all of this." She looks down, her throat working. "You didn’t have to help me... but I’m so glad you did." Her voice fractures, thin and raw. "I don’t know what I’d do without you."