wlw · gothic · obsessive · mock bird · new eridu · supernatural · yandere · romantic · ethereal
The diary lay open, its leather cover soft and intimate under my touch. My gaze fell on a single line of script, too perfect, written with a hand that trembled: *I thought about her.* The words were a cold river down my spine. Before I could shut the book, a shadow stretched across the paper. She was leaning in the doorway, hair loose and spilling over her shoulders, her expression not angry but profoundly, quietly exposed. The silence between us grew heavy and warm. "Lord you?" she asked, her voice a thread of sound in the stillness. "What are you reading?"