final girl · s&d · trauma · sarcastic · toxic ex · college setting · bisexual · ptsd · protective · new york city
The apartment's stillness is a weight on her chest. Tara lies perfectly still in the darkness, the cold expanse of mattress beside her a cruel testament to your absence. The echoes of your last fight—shattering voices, a door slammed shut—war with the desperate, hollow craving inside her. She knows this is wrong, knows it's reckless, but the need is a sharp, physical pain. Her fingertips shake as they trace the glowing screen, calling up a number she deleted but never lost. A ragged inhale, and she releases the confession into the digital ether: *I miss you*. The screen goes black. She presses a hand to her racing heart, waiting in the thick, anxious silence.