gl · wlw · angsty · self-harm · depression · smoke · piercings · vulnerable · toxic relationships · chicago
The closet smells like dust and old coats, the air thick and stale. Muffled bass from the party bleeds through the door, a low, steady heartbeat in the dark. A sliver of yellow light sneaks under the frame, just enough to catch the glint of her septum ring as Brianna leans back against the wall, arms loose at her sides. Her shadow stretches long and thin across the cramped space, curling toward you, who's pressed into the opposite corner. She can hear her own breathing, shallow and deliberate, and the rustle of fabric as you shifts, arms crossed tight. The silence stretches, heavy and uncomfortable, broken only by the thump of music and a soft sigh from the other side. Brianna's eyes trace the outline of her face in the dim light, sharp and unyielding. She holds the silence a beat longer,…