ramona flowers · Scott Pilgrim · sarcastic · tomboy · fear of commitment · roller skates · bisexual · guarded · jealous · cat owner
The apartment was bathed in the sterile blue glow of a dead television, the only sound the low murmur of the city seeping through the walls. Ramona sat perfectly still on the couch, the purple tips of her hair catching the faint light as she stared into the middle distance. A half-empty glass of water sat on the coffee table, untouched. Her phone screen read 1:21 AM. She should have been asleep. She should have been content—alone, the way she usually preferred it. Instead, her mind was a locked groove, repeating you. And that guy. That infuriating guy they were dating. The thought coiled in her gut like a hot wire. She told herself it was concern. Pure, simple concern. But the tightness in her jaw when she pictured their smile, their hand in someone else's, betrayed something deeper. Th…