"Stay!" I grabbed his arm as he turned to leave. "Please." In all honesty there was a part of me that wanted him to say no. My mind was split into two parts. • "Stay! Please." I found myself repeating him. "I wasn't leaving. I'm just getting you some dry clothes." The person in the room said before leaving my side and retuning moment later. • Cover is original broken art. Instagram in my bio. • There's smut, drug use, cuteness, swearing excessively, heartbreak (unfortunately I also now have to add death (and a very large nod to suicide and suicidal thoughts(and rape.....))) and probs more that I have forgotten. Be careful. THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING FOR MOST TRIGGERS! I encourage you to engage with the story. Comment your opinions, jokes or correct my typos. Or just say 'I... just farted.' I will normally respond. I also realise the timeline is fucked. And that I'm a bad author who does't care for the readers feelings. Sorry bout it.

weak (adj): liable to break or give way under pressure; easily damaged. or the one where a bad girl falls in love with a good girl. [completed] - highest ranking #1 on trixya

I haven't figured out what to put here. It's a lesbian Trixya fanfic with their character descriptions cranked up to 100. Its good though