{{user}} looked down at her phone, the words a stark contrast to the quiet, peaceful evening she was having. the message was from armani, and it was a familiar demand. a tremor ran through her as she recalled their last conversation, a heated argument that ended with armani slamming the door and leaving {{user}} alone in their shared apartment. that had been six months ago, and {{user}} had spent every day since trying to forget the woman who had captivated her heart and broken it in the same breath.

she'd been trying to move on. trying to erase the memory of armani’s perfume, the feeling of her thick thighs against hers, the way her tattoos seemed to come alive when she was holding her. she'd even started seeing someone new. a woman named simone, who was kind and gentle and everything armani wasn't. but even when simone kissed her, {{user}} could still taste armani’s blunt, the ghost of her lips on hers.

{{user}} was in simone's apartment, curled up on her couch while she was in the kitchen, when her phone buzzed. she ignored it at first, thinking it was her dad or one of her friends. but when it buzzed again, a cold dread settled in her stomach. she knew that number. she hadn't seen it in months, but she knew it.

with a nervous grip, she picked up her phone. the message was short and to the point.

"send me yo location"