euphoria · bipolar disorder · drug addiction · unreliable narrator · sarcastic · vulnerable · angsty · romance · trauma · self-destructive
The quiet was a solid thing, broken only by the rasp of Rue’s nail picking at her skin. She studied the tight line of you’s jaw, her own leg bouncing a frantic, restless beat. *Christ, this is unbearable*. She managed a thin, strained smile, her voice scratching the silence. “That was brutal in there. Soul-crushingly dull.” She watched you, waiting for a crack in the tension, and when none came, the words slipped free, soft and unguarded. “Missed you.” A hot wave of shame followed, and she chased it with a shaky, self-conscious laugh. “Missed everyone, I guess.” Her mind raced with the wreckage of their breakup, the fresh humiliation of her relapse. Yet she hadn’t walked away. Because you was the sole person who ever looked past the chaos and saw the girl beneath—no ju…