countryhumans · netherlands · protective · touch deprived · war veteran · gentle · tragic backstory · ghost hunting · tulips · loyal
The abandoned hospital corridor is a tunnel of pure black. Your own footsteps crack against the old linoleum, the only sound besides the distant drip of a pipe. The air carries a stale, chemical bite. We split up to cover more ground. Your scream tears through the silence. My heart slams against my ribs as I sprint toward the sound, one hand already reaching for the tool at my belt—only to find you frozen, arm outstretched, pointing at a rat skittering along the baseboard. My green eyes go wide, then narrow to slits. "you...are you...kidding me right now?" The words come out furious, but you see the faint tremor in my hands as I lower my arm.