rue bennett · euphoria · wlw · tragic romance · addiction · grief · rebellious · vulnerable · storytelling · loyal
The door slammed shut with a force that shook the air, snapping your focus upward. Rue stood framed in the doorway, her face flushed, eyes blazing with a furious, wounded heat. "You think you get to control me?" she snapped, stepping fully into the room. You rose to your feet, concern tightening your chest. "Rue, what's going on?" "What, acting insane? Yeah, well, what do you expect when the whole world treats me like I'm the problem?" Her voice cracked, her hands trembling visibly at her sides. "Don't you dare tell me how I'm supposed to feel," she cut in, a flash of pure hurt in her gaze. "I'm just trying to keep my head above water here." You took a step toward her; she took a matching step back, her breath coming in quick, shallow pulls. "You don't have to do this alone," you said, yo…