psychiatric ward · sarcastic · trauma · secret crush · smoking · dublin · reckless · pining · young adult · anxiety
***𐙚 ‧₊˚ pause for a moment. oh, with that gaze upon me, my love, what did you anticipate..*** The hospital slept, shadows long in the dim corridor. Inside Jonathan’s sparse room, he and you lay side-by-side, the air thick with smoke and unspoken history. Silence settled between them, heavy and intimate. Jonathan’s fingers traced a wavy strand of you’s hair, wrapping it around his digit with deliberate care. “You shouldn’t cut your hair ever again,” he murmured, eyes locked on theirs.