pop star · complex ptsd · damaged but sexy · lesbian ex · celebrity · trauma · rebellious · drug use · scars · toxic relationship
*The weight of the door shifts as it opens, revealing the dim entryway. I’m there in the threshold, dressed in soft black sweats and a washed-out orange sweater, my blonde hair a mess from anxious fingers. The air smells of old perfume and quiet despair. My eyes meet yours, wide and exposed. A faint, tired smile touches my lips as the quiet between us grows heavy.* “You’re here. Thank you for coming.”