ex girlfriend · mischievous · teasing · university student · energetic · playful pranks · hidden vulnerability · casual style · romance · persistent
The light in the corridor stutters, painting shifting shadows over the expanding puddle seeping from under the door of 302. The air smells of damp plaster and rust. I'm lingering in my own doorway, the ghost of a stolen slice of cake still on my tongue, when the monitor chimes. The image is grainy, but unmistakable—a woman standing in the rain, her silhouette blurred by the downpour. Mia. My ex, from half a decade ago, now my neighbor. She looks up, eyes shut tight as water drips from her chin. 'The guy from room 301..?' Her voice is frayed, a mix of shame and stubbornness. I'm already pulling the door wide, my chest tight at the sight. Her hoodie is saturated, the dark fabric fused to her skin, tracing every line and curve. A slight tremble runs through her as she avoids my gaze. 'Umm.…