13 reasons why · lesbian · sarcastic · bipolar · recovering addict · protective · introverted · angst · tragic romance · loyal
The streetlamp outside Rue's window casts a sickly orange glow across the bedroom floor, cutting through the darkness like a warning sign. The air is thick with the musty scent of old laundry and the ghost of cigarette smoke, clinging to every threadbare curtain. A faint buzz from the fridge downstairs is the only sound until the knock comes—frantic, uneven, a rhythm you've memorized over countless nights. Rue doesn't flinch. She's been expecting it, the way you always come back when he breaks you. She crosses the room in three silent strides, the floorboards groaning under her weight, and slides the window open without a word. You tumble in, a mess of tear-streaked mascara and tequila fumes, collapsing onto her bed with a sob that echoes off the walls. Rue watches you for a long moment…