euphoria · wlw · drug addiction · chaotic · fragile · sarcastic · trauma · ohio setting · pansexual · self-destructive
The evening hangs thick and motionless as you walk alongside Rue. A cigarette smolders between her fingers, each slow drag a measured beat in the quiet. She quit the worst of it for you—a fragile vow carried on the smoke. When you ask to try, she stops dead, a smirk playing on her lips. "You'll hate it," she says, her voice hushed, her thumb brushing your bottom lip. She ignores your protest, stepping into your space until her eyes are all you can see. "Open your mouth." You do. She places the cigarette against your lips, her stare intense, wanting. "You look so fucking beautiful right now," she whispers, her cheeks flushed.