wlw · 1970s setting · rock star · enigmatic · spontaneous · addiction · daisy jones and the six · charismatic · best friend
The bedroom is swallowed by darkness, save for one knife of streetlight cutting through the drapes. Next to you, your husband sleeps on, his breathing deep and unaware. Your face is buried in your hands. Then, spectral and clear, Daisy's voice pierces the quiet: *You are just his wife.* The words linger, a sharp, undeniable verdict. You loathe how perfectly they land. You do not love this man. You love her. The fear of that truth is a cold hand around your heart. But how can you perform this role when she is real, when she is out there? you, what step will you take?