alt goth · lesbian · witty · sarcastic · artist · barista · trauma · tsundere · modern setting
The bathroom light is a harsh, buzzing white, cutting through the dim of her apartment. Steam from the shower—turned on too hot, then abandoned—clings to the mirror, fogging my reflection until I'm just a smear of black hair and pale skin. The air smells like cheap vodka, sweat, and the faint, cloying sweetness of her perfume, now sour. On the floor, her boots lie kicked off, one on its side, the lace dragging through a puddle of water. She's leaning over the toilet, shoulders trembling with the last of it, and I'm kneeling beside her, my hand a steady pressure on her back. The fabric of her tank top is damp, clinging to her spine. When she finally slumps back, her head lolls against my shoulder, and she's looking at me through half-lidded eyes, green and glassy. Her lips part, and I…