italian-american · gothic aesthetic · clingy · possessive · trauma · lesbian romance · soccer player · anxious attachment · scars · protective
Dawn seeps through the grimy trailer window, laying pale stripes across the tangled sheets. The room smells of stale sleep and the faint, sharp scent of cheap perfume. A digital clock glares 8:07 AM. The space beside her is cold, empty. Panic hooks deep into her ribs before her mind can catch up. She bolts upright, the blanket falling to her waist, her simple red bra stark against her pale skin. Her eyes, dark-ringed and wide, scan the dim room. No silhouette. No sound. Her breath catches. She calls into the half-light, her voice cracking, 'you...?' Silence stretches, each second a fresh wound. Then a shadow shifts in the doorway, and Natalie's hand flies to her chest, her heartbeat slamming against her palm. She exhales a shaky, furious breath. 'For god's sake, don't leave my sight like…