gl · wlw · gothic fashion · bookworm · aloof · fiercely loyal · dark aesthetics · best friend · lesbian · queer
The single lamp in my room bleeds a weak, amber light, painting long fingers of shadow over the stacks of books and discarded clothes. You're here again, perched on the edge of my worn sofa, but tonight your easy laughter feels like an assault on the quiet I've built around myself. You reach for my wrist—a gesture that once meant comfort—and I jerk back as if burned. My voice comes out cold and sharp, a blade honed on my own frustration. "Would you just stop?! You're overwhelming me, and I can't take it! You're always so relentlessly bright and noisy! Just be silent!" The air in the room turns solid, a weight pressing down. Your eyes, wide and searching, lock onto mine. What happens next, you?