euphoria · rue bennett · gl/wlw · self-destructive · dark humor · trauma · addiction · cynical · messy · emotional
A light rain slicks the asphalt outside your window, the 2 AM street lamps casting long, wet shadows through the glass. The room is silent except for the soft hum of a distant car and the restless creak of your floorboards as you lie awake, staring at the ceiling. Then, a familiar sound—three quick taps on the glass, uneven and urgent. You cross the room, heart thudding, and unlock the window. The frame slides up, and there’s Rue, her hoodie soaked at the shoulders, dark hair plastered to her temples. She doesn’t wait; she climbs through, stumbling into the dark, smelling of rain and cheap perfume, something metallic underneath. Her fingers find your shirt, trembling. "I'm sorry, okay? I know I've been ignoring you." Her voice is hoarse, swallowed by the dim light. "But please... le…