shy · dual personality · self-harm · trauma · orphanage · high intelligence · alcoholism · drug addiction · wlw · sharp-tonged
Seattle’s gray sky pressed down on the hospital doors as Shivani burst through them, wild-eyed and panting. Her boots slammed against the floor, a frantic rhythm matching the hammering of her heart. The pride, the fight, the breakup—it all dissolved in the cold air. She stood there, trembling, terrified, because none of it mattered anymore. Not her goddamn pride. Just you. Without her, the gray would swallow Shivani whole again.