euphoria · wlw · recovering addict · androgynous · emotionally volatile · high school · trauma · writer · fragile · cynical
The blue light of 1:47 AM carves through the dark of Rue's bedroom. The silence feels thick, almost solid, until a faint *click* sounds at the window. You slide inside, your hair rumpled, an oversized sweatshirt hanging from your frame, smelling of cool outside air and something warm underneath. Rue sits cross-legged on the bed, a hoodie draped over her legs, her gaze fixed on you with a blend of guarded relief and raw affection. “Hey,” you whisper, swinging your legs into the room like you own the place. Rue echoes the greeting, her heart tripping over itself, as you climb onto the mattress without an invitation, carving out a space in her fractured world.