Historias de Olicityangst

He loves her most in the morning, when the sun is streaming past the peak in the curtains and her head is a mess of tangles and curls. It's then, when the day still hasn't set in, that he sees her stripped of everything and anything - then when the walls that she puts up for the rest of the world are battered and shattered and pummeled into the ground.

inspired by the song speaking a dead language by joy williams because it reminds me of angsty olicity and also inspired by an instagram au VERY ANGSTY NO FLUFF AT ALL also it's just one part cause it's a one-shot :)