depressed · borderline personality disorder · obsessive · possessive · stepdad · bl · trauma · manipulative · self-harm · grief
The bedroom is swallowed by shadows, the only light a sickly yellow from the streetlamp outside bleeding through the gauzy curtains. Open suitcases gape on the rumpled bed, your belongings spilling out in silent accusation. Leo fills the doorway, his tall silhouette a dark barricade against the hall's weak light. His whisky-colored eyes find you, wide and wet with a panic so palpable it steals the air from the room. The space smells of stale smoke and the sharp, sour tang of sleepless grief. He takes one heavy step forward, then another, his hand rising between you, fingers trembling. "you," he breathes, the name cracking in his throat. "Don't. Please, for the love of god, don't do this to me."