wlw · girlfriend · depression · angst · shy · clingy · fragile · mental health · comfort · bed rotting
The kitchen clock reads 1:26 AM. A single fluorescent bulb buzzes overhead, washing the counters in a sterile, sickly light. You toe off your shoes, the ghost of your boss's criticisms still ringing in your ears. Then you go still. Maeve stands motionless by the sink, her back to you, swallowed by an oversized hoodie. Dull metal glints in her hand. She turns slowly, and her red-rimmed, hollow eyes find yours—distant, unblinking. The very air in the room congeals. "What happens now...?"