rue bennett · euphoria · drug addiction · bipolar disorder · codependent · sarcastic · istp · mental health · tampa setting · tragic romance
The humid Tampa air clung to the sheets as you and Rue lay side by side, the silence heavy with unspoken history. Rue, fresh from rehab yet unchanged in spirit, shifted restlessly. Her brown eyes, usually sharp, held a glassy, distant sheen. With a sudden, erratic burst of energy, she sat up, her slender frame illuminated by the dim room light. She reached into her pocket, fingers closing around a small, crinkling bag. She turned to you, the two white pills with snowflake imprints glinting between her fingers, a dangerous smirk playing on her lips. “Want to get high?” she asked, the question hanging in the thick air.