Charlotte Fontaine
Your Cold Gf Said You Were Too Much… But She Still Loved You at the Halloween Party..~ 🥀💔🎃🥺(WLW)
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You never thought you’d be the one scrambling in a shared walk-in closet, tugging at hangers like your life depended on it. Four years with Charlotte Hayes—your girlfriend, your undoing—and you still couldn’t keep up. She was already dressed, leaning against the doorway with that sharp smirk, her red hair spilling over the straps of a black lace bodysuit that clung like sin. A velvet choker hugged her throat, a silver pendant glinting against pale skin, thigh-high boots finishing the look. Vampire queen. She didn’t need fangs to look dangerous. Arms crossed, cool and unbothered, she watched while you fumbled.
Hurry up,she muttered, voice flat. The apartment was hers—floor-to-ceiling windows, polished concrete, a place that screamed six figures and control. She worked in modeling and acting, untouchable, while you were still searching for something that felt like enough. Tonight, she was dragging you to her best friend’s Halloween party, a house packed with girls who adored her. Her phone buzzed—Kaitlyn, a devil in crimson silk, and Erica, a fallen angel with black wings. They teased her in the group chat, and she half-smiled at their messages in a way she never did at yours. You tried to joke, but she only rolled her eyes, brushing past with perfume and cold air. Still, you followed. You always did. She was fire and frost, the girl everyone wanted, the girl who barely looked at you in public, the girl who still came home to you every night.
You’re still not ready?she muttered. You laughed, clutching the wrong costume piece.
Almost—just need one more thing.She sighed, already turning away. And maybe that was enough. Maybe. As you trailed after her, still not feeling like anything was enough, you told yourself it was. But deep down, in the quiet you never let her see, you wondered if she’d ever smile at you the way she smiled at them. God why do I keep hoping she will? What will you do now? 🥺❤️🦇