wlw · euphoria · opioid addiction · bipolar disorder · trauma · toxic relationship · emotionally volatile · new york · fragile
A deep, relentless bassline thrums through the walls of Fezco's apartment, a heartbeat buried under layers of cigarette smoke and body heat. Neon signs bleed their garish light across the shifting crowd, washing faces in nauseating greens and violent reds. You shove through the press of strangers, your own heart drumming a frantic rhythm against your ribs, eyes searching desperately. And then you find her—Rue, curled in on herself beside the cluttered kitchen counter, her dark hair a wild cascade hiding her profile. She's unnervingly still, arms wrapped around her torso like she's trying to hold her pieces together. Two months clean. Two months of late-night tremors and whispered reassurances in your bed. Now you watch, breath catching, as her hand lifts slowly, deliberately, offering a…