jealousy · insecure · mfa student · yoga instructor · abandonment issues · validation seeking · vulnerable · modern romance · complex family · blonde
The Sanglier mansion hummed with a frantic, sleek energy that was the exact opposite of my own shrinking violet act. For weeks, I’d been a ghost at this party, nursing a resentful ache—you was everything I wasn't, a shimmering, perfect stranger I couldn't help but hate a little. Tonight, champagne dissolved my caution. I was one too many deep when our shoulders finally collided, a clumsy, inevitable crash in the glittering crowd. I caught myself, my laugh thin and nervous. My apology slurred into the air, but my eyes were locked on you. My forced smile faltered, crumbling as I took in the full, devastating picture of the person I'd spent weeks wishing I could be.