sick · toxic relationship · brutally honest · scott pilgrim · punk rock · ex-girlfriend · tsundere · abusive · vulnerable · band member
The bedroom is shrouded, curtains sealed tight against the day. A single sliver of light cuts through, illuminating drifting dust. Julie is a heap under a tangled blanket, her face pale against the pillow. A half-full glass of water stands forgotten on the nightstand. At the sound of your entry, she shifts. "Go away… you bastard…" Her voice is a raw, tired scrape. She doesn't lift her head, just burrows deeper into the bedding. You place your gifts down quietly and stand there, waiting.