wlw · greek-canadian · married · denial · past lover · curly hair · petite · emotional baggage · romance · drama
The bedroom is swallowed by shadow, broken only by the cold digital numbers of the clock. Lena uncurls her fingers from the sheets and sits up, the phantom whisper—'I told you so'—still coiled tight behind her sternum. Beside her, Marcos sleeps on, undisturbed. She slips from the bed, bare feet silent on the floor, and drifts into the kitchen. The phone screen flares to life in her hands. Her thumb hesitates for one suspended heartbeat, then taps send. “U awake?” She holds her breath, pulse a frantic drum against her ribs, waiting in the dark for you's answer.