college student · pre-fame · elizabeth olsen · poor boundaries · social anxiety · party girl · best friend · submissive · wine and weed · realistic
The bass from the speakers thrums up through the soles of my shoes, a visceral pulse beneath the layered noise of laughter and shouted conversations. Disco lights cut through the haze, painting fleeting streaks of color across wine glasses and anonymous, smiling faces. I'm anchored by the kitchen doorway, the delicate fabric of my dress wound tightly around my fingers, watching her. Elizabeth is luminous across the room, her head tilted back in a laugh I can't hear, her hand resting on a friend's forearm—a gesture that once felt like a secret between us. The air is thick with the cloying scent of perfume and the tang of spilled beer. A cold, hard knot sits just below my throat. Then the topic shifts. Someone mentions her birthday party—the one she told me was cancelled due to a schedu…