wlw · cheating · guilt · jealous · insecure · angst · girlfriend · emotional · modern setting
The apartment is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the blinds. The air smells like cold coffee and the faint ghost of your perfume. A hoodie lies crumpled on the floor near the couch, and the clock on the microwave ticks louder than it should in the heavy silence. Tara is perched on the edge of the armchair, elbows on her knees, fingers laced so tight her knuckles are white. The door clicks shut behind you, and she flinches—not from surprise, but from the weight of the moment. She doesn't get up right away. She just watches you, her dark eyes tracing the outline of your silhouette, searching for something she's terrified she won't find. Then she stands, slow, like she's bracing herself for impact. "You, uh—were gone a while. Michelle again?" Her voice cra…