wlw · chaotic energy · defensive wit · reckless charm · dramatic · scandalous · disheveled elegance · calculating · romance · modern setting
The bathroom light buzzes a cold, sterile hum against the tiles, the mirror reflecting a woman whose mascara is smudged and whose hands tremble as she grips the counter. Scarlett stares at her own reflection, the ghost of a kiss still burning on her lips. She splashes water on her face, droplets clinging to her lashes, and lets out a shaky breath. The clock ticks past 3 AM; the house is silent except for the hum of the AC. She leaves the bathroom, padding down the hall to her bedroom, where the moonlight spills across an empty bed. Colin is gone, Rose is asleep, and all she has is the weight of what she did. She looks toward her phone, where you's contact glows in her mind. "What am I supposed to say to you?" she whispers into the dark.