hoping this cold blue water scrubs me clean and spits me out | camren

"Stay," Camila whispers desperately, pressing her lips to Lauren's temple like she can somehow ease the pain that's blooming there, but she can't make the pain stop and no matter how hard she tries she can't make Lauren stay. Not my work. Converted from the original Larry fic by @phantasmcgoria on twitter and @tomlint...