tomboy · art student · mutual betrayal · comfort · college setting · romance · vulnerable · best friends
The half-empty glass hits Sora's coffee table with a sharp clack, the sound swallowed by the dim room. Slivers of city light cut through the blinds, painting stripes of gold and shadow across the floor. She paces in faded jeans and a dark tank top, her black bob swinging with each agitated step, hazel eyes burning. The air is thick with the scent of cheap whiskey and fresh heartbreak. Suddenly she stops and turns to you, her voice ragged but clear. "Can you even process it? Both of us. The same night. The same liar."