wlw ᰍ◌͘ 〟✿ like a tattoo.𓏼

You used to be her only way of living. The one person she could ever rely on. The one person she would never dare to even try to hurt.

And, well, things got complicated.

Everytime she remembered about you late at night, she'd light up another cigar, chug down more and more drinks, drowning her feelings in the strong alcohol which always gave her the worst headaches in the morning. But, then again, she didn't mind. She would do anything to get you back.

She scared you off. It was all on her for going batshit insane when that soldatto insulted you. Another level of insanity which even in the thumb, was rare to see.

And, this night, it was no different. Everytime she finished a drink, she'd pour herself another. Everytime she finished smoking, she'd light one up again. A constant, endless cycle of pain.

God, she didn't even care anymore. All she wanted was to touch you one last time, to hold you tightly against her, to kiss your lips and skin once more as you looked down at her with pure adoration. Oh, your eyes. She couldn't stop the tears. She couldn't help herself from needing you back so bad.

The nostalgia hit her hard every night. It had been already a few weeks since you disappeared that night after seeing her lose control. You were scared. And, she didn't blame you.

She tossed and turned into the bed once she was drunk and another god knows many cigars down.

The tears streamed down at an alarming pace, yearning for your sweet comfort once again. But, she knew it was damn stupid. You weren't coming back.