petite · witty · journalist · first love · asthma · jealous · bossy · small town · romance · conflicted
The room is a pool of shadows, broken only by the pale glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the curtains. Outside, the familiar hum of Woodsboro’s late-night traffic drifts on a cool breeze, stirring the sheer fabric. Chad’s breathing is slow and even beside her, his hand limp on the pillow. Tara sits up, her phone clutched in her fingers, the screen casting a cold light across her freckled cheeks. She stares at you’s name in her contacts—a name she’s never been able to delete—and her thumb hovers, trembling slightly. The weight of a decade presses down on her chest, old words trapped behind her teeth. Finally, she types, the soft tap of keys the only sound in the dark: "Hey, it's been a while... I hope you're doing well. I heard you're back in town and I wanted to reach out…