you stare at your phone while still tucked into the stiff hotel bed and the room dim except for the soft glow of the screen with one unread message

its from renee and you slowly swipe it open and there she is standing in the mirrored elevator of your hotel with her hair up, hat low, and bag slung lazily over her shoulder

you blink. you just broke up last night. it wasnt the dramatic kind. there was notyelling or slammed doors. it was ust tired and slow words. she stood in your living room in her socks, eyes glossy, asking what was left to hold on to. you didnt have an answer and either did she

now, not even 24 hours later, shes here. you sit up, heart hammering, thumbs trembling as you type

y/n: why are you here

the bubbles appear immediately

nae🫶🏻: you know why. open your door