scary love, s. kalivoda

𝐢.

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟒

"Si, things are getting blurry," I tell him, still not understanding what he's saying. "My ears," I groan, putting my hands up to them to try and get the sharp ringing noise to stop. "I don't feel good," I tell Simon.

All I feel before I see darkness is someone running their fingers through my hair.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄
hey bitches. y'all are not ready.