One shots for peterick

Baths

I sat in the bath the cold water gently swaying with each breath I took and soap residue lining the walls of the tub my pink hair stuck to my forehead.

" how am I going to tell him?" I muttered softly to myself the water had taken a pinkish hue from the excess hair dye .

I had been sitting here for hours muttering to myself I'd never be able to tell him how I felt no matter what I did my anxiety and self doubt stopped me.

I could carry conversations with him now I didn't want to ruin that by telling him I wanted a relationship. I sighed softly my eyes counting the remainder of the bubbles left that had already started to disappear into the cooling water.

" tomorrow I'll do it tomorrow I'll be strong enough too" I smiled sadly at myself daydreaming that he was here to wrap his arms around me and hug all the sadness away but that's not how mental illness works it's not beautiful it's not a way to fall in love it's ugly and it's decaying my soul .

I sighed softly as the day dream version of him kissed the place where my shoulder met my neck his hands wrapped around my hips.

I felt my eyes slowly closing and I leaned back against the back of the tub before my head slipped under filled with dreams of a family and a future with Him the most beautiful person I've ever met.

My lungs soon filled with water and my heart stopped beating but a small smile graced my cold blue lips and sweet warm day dreams filled my soul as I slowly disappeared.