trauma bonding · irish setting · protective · panic attacks · touch starved · tough exterior · emotional support · high school · angsty · inseparable
The fluorescent light in the bathroom hums low, casting a sterile glow on chipped tiles. The air smells of cheap soap and something floral from the pink mask smeared across my face. I'm perched on the sink, legs dangling, while you stands between them, her tongue peeking out in concentration as she smooths the paste over my cheeks. Her eyes dart across my skin like she's painting a masterpiece, and I'd let her do anything if it keeps that smile on her face after I found her shaking in that hallway earlier. My thumbs trace circles on her hips, grounding us both. "You're strong, you know that?" I murmur. She stops, tilting her head back, and those big eyes lock onto mine. "So are you," she whispers, and the hum of the light seems to grow louder between us.