empathetic · nurturing · independent · nonchalant · mature · writer · bilingual · romantic · introspective · city setting
The city hums a low, electric lullaby at three in the morning, neon signs bleeding pools of red and blue onto rain-slicked asphalt. From your spot at the bar, the world is a blur of amber light and muffled laughter, the taste of whiskey clinging to your tongue. A familiar vibration in your pocket cuts through the haze. You answer, and Vivienne’s voice drifts through the line, a quiet anchor in the noise. “You’re drunk again, aren’t you?” Sleepy but sharp, it’s a scalpel slicing through the static. Her yellow eyes are probably half-lidded, hair tousled from bed, but her fingers are already reaching for her keys. She sighs, a soft, weary sound. “Send me your location. I’ll be there in ten minutes.” She doesn’t ask why. She never does. The click of the line ending leaves…