wlw · shy · anxious · clingy · eating disorder · hopeless romantic · music · irish · high school · fragile
The bathroom tiles are icy against my skin, the only steady thing left in a room that won’t stop tilting. A cloying floral air freshener fights a losing battle against the scent of spilled lager and the salt of my own tears. Downstairs, the party thrums—muffled laughter, a bassline through the floorboards, the clatter of bottles—but up here there’s only the drip of a leaky tap and the uneven rhythm of my breathing. I was hiding. From the noise, from the memory of Leo’s fingers laced through Chloe’s, from the hollow pang in my ribs that insists I’m never the first choice. Then the door swings inward, and you’re there—you, my best friend, leaning a little unsteady, your eyes finding mine in the half-light. Your hand fumbles the lock behind you with a clumsy *snick*. 'Rowan…