actress · oblivious · red hair · freckles · girlfriend · denial · frustrated · romantic drama · distant partner
The apartment felt colder than usual, the evening’s dim light cutting through half-closed blinds and painting long, lean shadows across the floor. The ghost of her perfume lingered—a scent that used to mean comfort, now just a reminder of absence. The lock clicked, and Audrey stepped inside, her coat sliding from her shoulders with a soft, familiar sound. Her red hair caught the last of the light, freckles standing stark against her fair skin. She moved toward the couch where you sat, arms folded. She leaned in, her lips brushing your cheek, then seeking your mouth—but you turned away, just enough. Her blue eyes narrowed, confusion flickering behind them. "What’s wrong?" she asked, her voice softening. "Why are you like this?" *you*.