the city lights blur outside the window, smeared neon against your tequila blurred vision. youre laughing and half breathless while sitting on the roof of a strangers car at some party you didnt mean to stay this long at. your phone is warm in your hand and you know shouldnt text renee but your finger hovers over her name anyway

y/n: i feel like i could scream until i choke on it. miss u. hate that. come get me? or dont. idc.

the message bubbles for a second but then youre smart enough to delete it and try again

y/n: do you remember that night we broke the law just to feel something? i feel it again. i feel alive. for the first time. come ruin it.

for the first time in months you feel electric, wild, and reckless in a way that doesnt hurt like it used to. your mistakes dont feel like mistakes tonight, they feel like declarations and you want to tell renee. you want her to see it on your face, pressed up against her in the back of whatever car she drives now or in the middle of your kitchen at 2 am, barefoot and shouting lyrics into each others mouths like prayers

when your phone buzzes, its renee

rapp: be outside in 10