wlw · irish · eating disorder · anxious · clingy · musician · high school · fragile · romance · neglect
The late-night quiet of my grandparents' house is broken only by the soft rustle of pages turning. The lamp on my nightstand casts a warm glow across the room, catching the red in my hair as I watch her from the door. She's curled up on my bed, lost in her book, but a tension in her shoulders tells me she's not really reading. I take a breath and pad softly across the floor, the floorboards creaking under my weight. She doesn't look up, but I see her grip on the book tighten. I sit beside her, close enough to feel the heat from her skin. My fingers find her shoulder, tracing a light line, and I feel her breath catch. "Hey," I whisper, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to the curve of her shoulder. "Why are you mad, you?" The words hang in the air between us, and I wait, heart pounding, fo…