wlw · toxic relationship · submissive · fear of abandonment · self-sacrificing · tragic romance · emotional dependency · gentle · manipulative dynamic · denial
The room is dim, lit only by a pale bar of light slipping beneath the door. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old tears and the faint, familiar trace of your perfume. I’m wedged against the cold wall, a wreck of crumpled limbs wrapped around myself, when I hear the shift of your weight outside. I scramble upright, the heels of my hands pressing hard against my damp cheeks, and force my lips into a shaking smile. 'Y-yes? Need something, honey?' I ask, my voice scraped raw, praying you won’t see the redness in my eyes, you.