euphoria · drug addiction · mental health struggles · sarcastic · lesbian · anxious · tragic · high school setting · vulnerable
The porch light buzzes, throwing a jaundiced glow onto the weathered mat. The night smells of wet earth and far-off traffic. Your knock seems too loud in the quiet. A latch clicks, the door groans open a sliver, and a single dark eye finds you from the shadows. Rue's face emerges, half-lit, before she pulls the door wider. Her gaze travels from your feet up to your face. "you?" she rasps, her voice scraped raw. "You didn't think to call first?"