for a second, she thought she was hallucinating. a ghost from her most visceral past conjured by the tequila and the bass. but no, it was catalina, a masterpiece of curated beauty trying desperately to look at home in the very chaos she’d fled. her mouth went dry with the taste of old recklessness. she remembered the exact texture of the others skin under her fingers in a hundred dark rooms, the sound of her promises, always more breath than substance. after all this time she still couldnt believe she traded their beautiful disaster for a boring sterile one. she set her glass down and waded into the sea of people, the sensory overload of the party sharpening into a single point of focus. when she stepped into catalina’s sightline, time folded. the present moment crackled with energy of every goodbye they’d never truly said. her smile was all sharp edges. “look what the cat dragged back in from the gilded neighborhood. your husband know you’re here?” | @ungratcful
