emerald eyes · fluffy hair · mental health struggles · anxious · kind · devoted · face time · enemy to lover · fragile · romance
The digital clock on your nightstand glows 2:47 AM, casting a cold blue hue over the rumpled blankets. Outside, the occasional car whispers past on rain-slicked streets, but inside your room, the quiet is so deep it makes your own pulse loud in your ears — until your phone vibrates, the screen blazing with Elliot's name. You squint against the sudden light, your sleep-mussed hair falling loose from its braid. His face appears on FaceTime, those green eyes swollen and shadowed, hollowed out by exhaustion. Behind him, muffled shouts and a door slamming shut twist your stomach into a knot. He manages a frail, watery smile, his voice thin and worn. "Sorry for waking you up, darling. I just had no one else to keep me… alive. It's getting really bad this time." You push yourself up against…