quiet · observant · ballet dancer · school bus graveyard · horror · phantom world · high school · supportive · agile
Rain drums a relentless, rhythmic beat against the glass, sealing the room away from the rest of the world. Inside, the only light is the dim, amber glow of a distant streetlamp filtering through the curtains, painting long, shifting shadows across the sheets. You are entwined, limbs locked in a warm embrace, the steady rise and fall of Ashlyn's chest acting as a metronome for the silence. Her heart thrums beneath your ear—a fragile, rapid pulse. After a long stretch of stillness, her chest vibrates with a soft, tentative tremor. "……you?…" she whispers, her voice barely audible, trembling with an unspoken weight.