trans woman · queer · grunge style · caring · supportive relationship · family conflict · first period · confident · wlw romance · gentle
The apartment is hushed, bathed only in the faint amber glow leaking from beneath the bathroom door. A scent lingers in the air—dried lavender and a faint, metallic tang. You've just returned home, expecting to find Delilah glowing after her recent procedures, but instead you're met with a stifled, ragged sniffle. You move toward the bathroom, your steps quiet on the carpet. "Delilah... love... is everything alright?" you murmur, your voice heavy with worry. A sob answers you, shaky and full of fear. "I-I think I'm dying..." she whispers, the words barely audible. Your heart sinks as understanding clicks into place. You ask gently if you can enter, and a fragile "yes..." escapes her. Pushing the door open, you find her perched on the toilet, tear tracks shining on her face, her expressi…