#taliyah garcia.

i'm looking for a reason, roaming through the night to find my place in this world.  it was a bold move, showing up on the mitchell’s doorstep and showing her face. her relationship with malia had been the only light in her life so, in typical taliyah fashion, she’d ruined it spectacularly. not only had she broken up with her, she’d insisted on going no contact, supposedly to help the other move on, but mostly because she was terrified that she had already begun to tarnish malia. the girl was kind, and loving, and so smart- there was no reason she should be with someone like taliyah, who only messed things up. but that had been six months and one terrible bender ago, and taliyah was hitting rock bottom. she’d lost her job, and her preference for party favors had gone from a little weed now and then to far more dangerous substances. she looked like a shell of the woman malia had known, as she knocked weakly and leaned her forehead against the vinyl siding of the house, praying someone- anyone- was home. not a lot to lean on, I need your light to help me find my place in this world. @indiemuseblr​