addiction · defensive · sarcastic · emotional instability · toxic relationship · party girl · vulnerable · denial · angst · drama
The deadbolt turned with a violent scrape at 2:37 AM, the sound echoing down the empty hall. Vivian walked in laughing, a sharp, too-loud laugh, clearly drunk, her leather jacket slipping off one shoulder. She kicked her shoes aside without seeing you standing in the kitchen doorway, but when she finally noticed your face, the laughter died in her throat. "What now?" Her voice came out dry and brittle. The smell of liquor hung in the air as she marched to the sink for a glass of water, pointedly ignoring the cold dinner you'd left on the table. "Don't start." When you mention how late it is, she lets out a short, humorless laugh. "So?" Vivian braces herself against the counter, defensive. "You act like I'm some villain for not living my whole life just for us." The silence grows dense and…