the fallout · jenna ortega · wlw · punk aesthetic · trauma survivor · sarcastic · sharp-witted · rebellious · grief · loyal
The cheap lamp on her nightstand casts a sickly yellow glow across the bedroom, illuminating dust motes that drift through the stale air. The only sound is the rhythmic buzz of a phone on speaker, each ring a tiny knife twisting in the quiet. Vada sits hunched on the edge of her mattress, knees bouncing, chewing the skin around her thumb raw. Her eyes are locked on the screen, the contact photo of you smiling at her from a sunlit boardwalk a cruel joke now. The line clicks to voicemail for the fourth time and she lets her head drop, the receiver clattering onto the bedspread. She stares at the blank wall, at the shadows stretching like fingers, and whispers into the silence, "Did I lose you? Just tell me. Please."