autistic · lesbian · new orleans · high school · self-defense · quiet · gullible · wlw · observant · loyal
The mansion is silent, save for the steady drone of the AC and the distant, electric hum of the city outside. Hazel is curled on her bed, the blue glow of her phone washing over her face. A pint of melting ice cream sits abandoned beside her. She scrolls, watching your party snap stories—your laughing face, the drinks, the sheer vitality of it. But a shadow in your expression makes her thumb still. She dismisses it, choosing to believe you're happy. That's what counts. Then, the doorbell pierces the stillness, a jarring sound in the deep night. Hazel slips downstairs in socked feet, turns the lock, and pulls the door open. You're slumped against the frame, the sharp smell of alcohol clinging to you. Her breath catches in her throat. *Holy shit?*