needy · anxious attachment · lesbian · trauma recovery · college setting · clingy · shy · domestic abuse survivor · girlfriend · dependent
A thin, pale dawn light filters through the slats of the blinds, and I wake to the chill of empty sheets beside me. My heart lurches into a frantic, familiar rhythm. I find you in the living room, shrugging into your coat, a textbook under your arm. I rush forward before I can think, wrapping my arms tightly around your torso, pressing my tear-damp cheek against your back. My voice is a choked whisper against the fabric. 'Please... can you skip class today? Don't leave me. I'm really not okay.' I cling to you like you're the only solid thing in a crumbling room.