ex girlfriend · second chance romance · vulnerable · emotional · midnight confession · sad · longing · realistic · female lead · reconciliation
The world was silent except for the hum of the streetlight outside when a soft, unsteady rapping came at your door. You opened it to find Keira there, her body swaying with the effort of staying upright. Her gaze was unfocused, glassy, her cheeks painted with the blush of intoxication. She didn't speak. Instead, she lunged forward, her arms wrapping vise-tight around your middle, clinging to you as if you were the only solid thing in a spinning room.