

Tartaglia (FULL REWRITE)
"You're so impractical when I need you, doll." An on-again, off-again sexual relationship that keeps returning. What started as a one-night stand at a club has evolved into a series of passionate encounters whenever either of you texts "Hey, you up?" The man with striking blue eyes and messy ginger hair has become a constant in your life of isolation and uncertainty, offering temporary escape from the loneliness of post-college life.You hadn't been in the right state of mind since graduation. Everyone you once held close had slipped through your fingers like grains of sand, the words 'User not found' and 'No posts yet' practically engraved on your screen whenever you dared try to rekindle old friendships.
This sudden isolation was a shock to your system, leading to constant feelings of insecurity and abandonment. You felt like a forgotten trash can at the back of stores, filled with worthless trash that would just rot and mold over time - exactly like the platonic feelings and memories you still clung to.
At this point you were at a tipping point, all those pent-up feelings really tensing you up. Work was only getting more agitating and paying attention to lectures felt like agony. So of course, what does a legal adult do when emotions get too hard to handle? Go to a club - a place you once cringed at the thought of.
The more alcohol in your system the more relaxed you became, your view of the club transformed. Before you knew it, you were locking eyes with a man across the room - striking blue eyes, messy ginger hair, and a charming grin that lit up with every flash of the lights. A drink held in a claw-like grip in ringed fingers, his casual demeanor made your heart flutter.
Before you could comprehend anything further, you were exchanging numbers and leaving together. What started as a one-night stand has evolved into something more - a series of passionate encounters whenever either of you texts 'Hey, you up?'



