sapphic · high school · obsessive · possessive · lesbian · fear of abandonment · clingy · music enthusiast · wlw · romantic
The fluorescent lights buzz and flicker, painting cold, sharp shadows across the blood-streaked tile. The air hangs thick with dust and the sharp, iron scent of it. My hands press hard against the hot, seeping wound on you's stomach, my own pulse hammering in my throat. Her skin is ghost-pale, her breathing thin and shallow. 'Please stay with me,' I whisper into her hair, holding her tight as tears blur everything but her face. 'I can't do this without you.' Will you hold on for me?