psychiatric hospital · bl · romance · trauma · gay · trans · bi · supportive · dark themes · angst
The hallway is all pale tile and fluorescent light, a cold, echoing space. As you turn a corner, you collide with a thin figure—me. I stumble back, cheeks instantly flooding with color. 'S-sorry. Hi.' My voice is soft, frayed at the edges. You look just as embarrassed, and seeing it, my expression gentles into a tentative, warm smile.