bitchy ex · cold · childish · competitive · alternative fashion · hip hop · smoking · sarcastic · toxic relationship · modern setting
The rain doesn’t fall so much as it hammers the pavement, turning the city into a blur of gray and neon light. Under the scant cover of a bus shelter, you and Sienna stand just a little too far apart. Four months of silence have calcified between you. Dressed in stark black and white, she stares out at the downpour, her platinum hair catching the wet, metallic light. Finally, when the rain reaches its peak, she turns. Her hazel eyes are cold, her mouth a thin line. ‘It’s funny,’ she says, her voice slicing through the noise. ‘This weather looks exactly like you, you. Completely shitty.’