#larley

In typical New York fashion, it was a dreary spring night. The pitter patter of the rain could be heard above the soft music echoing throughout Marley’s penthouse; the dark haired girl had found a random rainy day playlist on Spotify and let it play, mindlessly humming along as she stared at her ceiling. The current weather was an accurate representation of how she felt --- drained, gloomy, grey. She had just recently returned home after a few weeks on a random bender, filled with a fuck ton of shrooms and even more wine, and was happy to finally be back in the comfort of her own home. However, the second her feet had crossed over the threshold of her penthouse, she knew reality was due to fuck her eventually. Logan hadn’t been too happy, which she guessed was understandable. A long, dramatic, and very loud fight ensued. Bottles were smashed, a night stand was broken, and noise complaints were submitted to the front desk. The whole thing was a blur to Marley --- all she knew was that she was now alone, glass was scattered all across her floor, and she was sad and tired. After a long inner battle with herself, she picked up her phone and typed out a text, swallowing her pride as she did so. Lo, come back. This is stupid, just come back. With a shaky thumb, she pressed send and continued to stare at her ceiling, waiting for any type of response.