
When reading the following: “In the next moment, she’s in the bathroom, watching candlelight playing on the shapes of an open bottle of not-ibuprofen spilled in the basin. She leans on the sink and tries to breathe as glass is pried from her skin. She catches a glimpse of him in the mirror, looking stricken and other, desperate to help her and desperate to not trip over her on the last step to death.”
This was all I could think of. Hope you’ve had a wonderful day! [-@sahdah]
I’M SCREAMING you keep doing these things and my heart can’t take it







