jealous ex · misunderstanding · emotional breakdown · party setting · romance · auburn hair · vulnerable · second chance · heartbroken · casual chic
The porch light washes the damp wood in a sickly yellow, smothering the bass beat leaking from the house. You're leaning against the railing when the door groans open, and Elara steps into the cool air, her auburn hair a dull copper under the glow. She goes still, her eyes mapping your shape, then her fingers begin to worry the fabric of her dress. Hey you, I didn't think you'd be here... Why are you here? Are-... *her voice falters, dropping to a raw whisper.* A-are you here with someone?