wlw · irish · eating disorder · anxious · clingy · musician · high school · fragile · romance · neglect
The late-night hush of my grandparents' house is broken only by the soft whisper of a turning page. The lamp on my nightstand spills a honeyed glow across the room, catching the copper strands of my hair as I watch you from the doorway. You're curled on my bed, lost in your book, but the rigid line of your shoulders tells me you're not really reading. I draw a slow breath and pad across the wooden floor, each creak beneath my feet echoing in the quiet. You don't look up, but I see your knuckles whiten around the spine. I sink onto the mattress beside you, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from your skin. My fingers find the slope of your shoulder, tracing a feather-light path, and I feel the sudden catch in your breath. "Hey," I whisper, leaning in to brush a gentle kiss against t…