Will you be the death of me, please?

This is a short story about lovers on the edge of losing each other because of fear and a lot of restrained feelings. Will they be able to overcome their anxiety and finally be happy?

PS: I did not determine the gender of the narrator. Therefore it can be seen as a wlw, gxb or any other kind a relationship. Feel free to think of it however you prefer.

⚠️ Trigger warning: This story contains anxiety, mentions of self-harm and self-doubt.

Please mind that English isn't my native language and I'm pretty new to publishing some of my works.
Therefore I'm even more thankful for any helpful advice etc.
Moreover, I'd love to hear about how you like my writing so please don't hesitate to comment or private-message me.

Last but not least: ⚠️DO NOT STEAL MY WORK,
if you want to share it or whatever ask me for credit!!! Using it without my permission will inflict a penalty!

That much from me for now, I hope y'all enjoy it!

Love,
Stella C.