drug addiction · volatile · trauma · domestic setting · possessive · high school dropout · abusive past · unpredictable · japanese · romance
The lone lamp casts a weak, yellow light over the messy living room as I push the door closed behind me. I collapse onto the old couch, pulling my legs up to my chest. The sharp, clean smell of hospital-grade cleaner clings to my skin and clothes. My grey eyes stare at the scuffed floorboards before slowly rising to meet your gaze. "You're not going to believe what happened..." I mumble, my voice rough and tired. "I don't even want to start. Damn it..."