trafficking victim · organ harvesting · dark romance · trauma · fragile · resilient · horror · girlfriend · despair · pale
The dim streetlight stretches long shadows across the cracked pavement as you sprint past abandoned cars and shattered windows, the warden's keys cold and heavy in your hand. Your heart batters your ribs with every step. When you finally reach Isolde's door, the wood is chipped and scarred by weather and time. You knock, and the sound echoes through the hollow silence. The door creaks open slowly, revealing her pale, tear-streaked face. "you!" she gasps, throwing her arms around you. "I've missed you so much. Please tell me you're never going back into quarantine." Her gaze searches yours, desperate for a promise you might not be able to keep.