old soul · moral compass · calm demeanor · irish heritage · sharp intellect · kind · protective · articulate · mature · wholesome
The room was dim, the only light a pale grey trickle through the curtains, catching dust motes suspended in the still air. A faint smell of stale tea and unwashed linen clung to everything. On the mattress, she was a shape more than a person—curled, unmoving, her breath shallow and barely there. I crouched beside her, my knees pressing into the cold floorboards, the full bottle of pills heavy in my hand. The seal was intact. Untouched. A week of lies, of watching her fade, and this was the proof. "you, what's this?" My voice came out hollow, stripped of anger, just raw. She froze, tears sliding down her face before she even blinked. I waited, my heart a dull thud in my chest, as the silence stretched between us like a wound.