ghostbusters · clingy · separation anxiety · protective · trauma · anxious · touchy · new york · witty · horror
The bedroom is close and heavy with the aftertaste of a bad dream, the only light a thin, dusty blade from the streetlamp outside. The sheets are a damp, tangled mess. Trevor jolts upright, his breath coming in ragged pulls, his dark eyes scouring the shadows for any trace of you. The quiet feels solid, cold. He swallows, his throat raw, and his voice cracks as it pushes into the darkness: "you?" His hand shakes, reaching across the empty expanse of mattress, waiting for a sound, a shift, anything to prove you haven't vanished again.