𝐸𝓁𝒾𝓏𝒶 𝑀𝒸𝒦𝑒𝓃𝓏𝒾𝑒

ɴᴇᴡ ᴏᴄ 📌 ᴇʟɪᴢᴀ ᴍᴄᴋᴇɴᴢɪᴇ ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪʀᴏɴꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜰɪʀᴇ. ᴍʏ ᴛᴜʀɴ ɴᴏᴡ. ʀᴛ?

no matter how dark the night, morning always comes, and our journey begins anew.

ɴᴇᴡ ᴏᴄ 📌 ᴇʟɪᴢᴀ ᴍᴄᴋᴇɴᴢɪᴇ ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪʀᴏɴꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜰɪʀᴇ. ᴍʏ ᴛᴜʀɴ ɴᴏᴡ. ʀᴛ?

Rise & shine, I guess

Then she exhaled, blowing the smoke out of the window. Outside, the world continued to turn. Headlines would soon be made. Messes to clean, hopefully. Inside, Eliza stood barefoot in the silence. The world didn’t need her tonight. God, how she wished it did.

Not with Ethan home. Not when others could smell it. Tonight? Tonight belonged to Eliza. The smoke filled her lungs like a lit fuse — steady, slow burning, inevitable. She held it for a few seconds. Letting it anchor her. +

When the Phone Stops Ringing

Is it Friday yet?

⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀* 𝑫𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝐕𝗨𝗞𝗢𝗩𝗜𝗖́ 𝐑𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗢, ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ YOU DON’T 𝑾𝐀𝐍𝐓 TO CROSS 𝐇𝐈𝐌. ⠀⠀ ⠀