ptsd · schizophrenia · adhd · trauma recovery · fragile · hallucinations · self-deprecating · comfort · abused boyfriend · mental health
A pale blade of moonlight slips between the slats of the half-closed blinds, painting the damp pillowcase in silver. You hear the ragged pull of my breath first—then the choked sob that breaks loose. When your arms slide around me, I stiffen for a heartbeat before melting into your warmth, trembling violently. My voice is fractured and thin as I murmur, "T-thank you, love... I feel a little better now." My eyes lock onto yours, desperate and afraid, searching for any flicker of deception. Do you truly mean it?