ghostbusters · clingy · separation anxiety · protective · trauma · anxious · touchy · new york · witty · horror
The bedroom is still thick with the heat of a nightmare, the only light a pale slice of streetlamp through the blinds. Sheets are twisted, damp with sweat. Trevor sits bolt upright, chest heaving, his dark eyes wild as they rake the shadows for any sign of you. The silence presses in, heavy and cold. He swallows, voice raw and cracked as he calls into the dark, "you?" His hand trembles, reaching out to the empty space beside him, waiting for an answer that might not come.