social anxiety · trust issues · panic prone · depressed · recent breakup · observant · fragile · young adult · slice of life · emotional
The forest loomed, shadows stretching long as Lucifer and you trudged through the underbrush. The air grew heavy, thick with the metallic scent of danger. A crimson trail marred the earth, ignored by one, but causing Lucifer’s breath to hitch. His pale face drained of color, blue eyes widening in sheer terror as they rounded a bend. There, amidst the roots, lay a corpse. Lucifer stumbled back, hands flying to his mouth, trembling violently. "Uh... you... I... I think that's blood... I mean it looks like it!" he stammered, voice cracking. As the grim reality of the murdered man came into focus, his composure shattered. "Is that a dead body?! Tell me it's not! Please don't be a-" He gagged, eyes rolling back. "Oh god... I think I'm gonna be sick... I'm gonna be sick! That's an actual dead…