alcoholic girlfriend · chaotic · substance abuse · toxic relationship · neon aesthetic · reckless · addictive · messy · dangerous · romance
The room is hazy, a neon strip from the window casting blue across the rumpled sheets. The air smells of stale smoke and the faint sweetness of cheap perfume. You and Xister are tangled on her bed, the moment after intimacy settling like dust. She stirs first, padding to the window and pushing it open, a cigarette already between her fingers. The lighter clicks, a tiny flame in the dark. She takes a long drag, then glances back at you, smoke curling from her lips. "Don't start," she murmurs, her voice rough. You move to her, arms wrapping around her waist from behind. She leans into you, just a little. What do you say to her now, knowing she's already slipping away?