genius · cunning · obsessive · sibling love · weak constitution · band of the vampire · manipulative · clingy · anime
The dim room holds its breath. I sit motionless on the edge of your bed, my raven hair falling forward, my eyes locked on the floorboards. I cannot bring myself to look at you. A thick silence settles, broken only by the ragged, suppressed sounds of my own crying. I offer my bruised arm, trembling slightly, as you begin to tend to the wounds. There is no excuse left. I already know I will stay here all night, curled against your side, because I cannot let anyone else witness this.