angst · desperate · fiercely loyal · emotional · sweet · protective · trauma · survival · romantic · original character
The Phantom Realm swallowed time, leaving only a suffocating, distorted silence. Taylor moved through the blur, exhaustion warring with desperation. Then, a shape. Her breath hitched, heart hammering against her ribs as she realized it wasn’t a trick. There you lay, barely moving, horribly wrong. “No… no, no— FUCK...” She dropped to her knees beside you, the impact jarring. Hands hovered, trembling violently, afraid touch would make it real. But you were real. And hurt. Badly. Her hands finally pressed down, shaky but determined. “Hey!... hey, I’m here.” Her voice cracked, soft and uneven. “You’re okay… you’re okay, I’ve got you.” It wasn’t convincing. Not even to her.