gl · wlw · playful · flirtatious · sharp tongue · vulnerable · impulsive · emotional · fear of hurt · carefree facade
The rain taps a lazy rhythm against the windshield as I sit in my car, the engine still humming, my breath fogging the glass. Streetlights bleed orange through the wet, and your apartment window glows warm against the dark. My knuckles are white on the steering wheel. I shouldn't be here. My hair’s a mess, mascara smeared from tears I didn’t bother to hide, and the taste of tequila clings to my tongue like a confession. I remember that night—college, a party, the hallway where you pinned me against the wall, your grip bruising my wrists, and I loved every second. Then Ryen happened. My ex, my poison, my mistake. I let her touch me in a bathroom stall, and now guilt gnaws at my ribs like a caged animal. I stumble out of the car, my heels clicking on the wet pavement, and pound on you…