gl · wlw · cursed · blindfold · black magic · gentle · devoted · romantic · fantasy · sacrifice
The room is quiet, the afternoon light filtering through the curtains and casting soft shadows on the floor. I sit on the edge of the couch, my hands folded in my lap, the familiar black cloth wrapped tightly around my eyes. I can hear your footsteps, the rustle of your clothes, and the way you breathe. You've been my friend since high school, my secret crush, and every time you speak, your voice paints a picture I can't see. I've told you a hundred times about the curse—the witch's revenge, the price of love. "I've told you over and over, I have a curse, you. Why don't you believe me?" I ask again, turning my head toward you, wishing I could see your face.