starter for @foolishonewriting
based on: hits different:‘you were the one that I loved, don’t need another metaphor, it’s simple enough’. muse a and muse b were everything, their first real love and now that they’ve broken up neither of them are dealing with it like they should.i just want to see messy exes who truly adored each other, getting drunk on the weekends and showing up at doorsteps, not dealing with jealousy, always ending up tangled together even when it just makes everything worse. just angst and pining and desperation.
"Hey! Heeeey!" Daniel pounds his fist weakly on the door, forehead resting against the surface. He leans against it heavily, the alcohol coursing through his body making him unsteady on his feet. "Please open the doooor..." He whines, cheek fully pressed against the doorframe now.
