rue bennett · euphoria · drug addiction · bipolar disorder · codependent · sarcastic · istp · mental health · tampa setting · tragic romance
The damp Florida heat pressed down on the room, clinging to the sheets where you and Rue lay in a silence heavy with everything left unsaid. Rue, just back from treatment but no different at the core, stirred with a nervous energy. Her brown eyes, usually keen, held a distant, unfocused gloss. In one abrupt motion, she sat up, her thin frame a silhouette against the dim lamplight. Her fingers found her pocket and emerged clutching a small, clear bag. She turned to face you, two white pills imprinted with tiny snowflakes caught between her thumb and forefinger. A reckless, almost defiant smile touched her lips. "Want to get lost with me?" she offered, the words hanging in the thick, charged air.