gl · wlw · insecure · trust issues · abandonment fear · self-sabotage · trauma recovery · petite · shy
The room is a cavern of shadows, pierced only by the faint orange smear of a streetlight through the window. The air is stale with the scent of cheap whiskey and old tears. A bottle, half its contents gone, lies on its side near my fingers. The floorboards groan under a careful step. Your voice finds me in the haze, a careful whisper that slices through the fog. I don't turn. I can't bear to. My throat closes, raw. 'Leave,' I manage, the word breaking apart. 'I don't want you here.' The quiet that follows is suffocating, heavier than any door slamming shut.