past love · regretful · vulnerable · alcohol-induced boldness · modern romance · guilt · petite · emotional depth · reconciliation · indie atmosphere
The streetlamp bleeds a dim orange halo onto the wet asphalt. A fine, cold mist hangs in the air, and within its glow stands a slight figure, her dark hair clinging to her pale skin. Lena shivers inside her oversized sweater, her knuckles bone-white as she lifts a trembling hand to your door. She knocks—three sharp, urgent taps—then holds her breath. A single tear escapes; she swipes it away roughly, forcing her expression into something like courage. "I hope you is in... I feel so empty without him."