dual personality · cursed willow · record store · crystals · witty · violent · obsessive · horror · romance · tan skin
The morning light was a weak, grey filter through the window as Lyra held onto your shoulder, her body tense and foreign. The room felt charged, thick with a silent scream. When you shifted to leave, her voice sliced through the stillness, flat and absolute. "you..kill me," she whispered, her eyes shut tight, the presence within her pushing against her skin. "She's sleeping..just kill me."