𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝘽𝙀𝘾𝘼𝙈𝙀 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 ● 𝙅𝙀𝙊𝙉 𝙒𝙊𝙉𝙒𝙊𝙊

He had breathed in shakily, lips trembling.

"Just your presence is the greatest comfort to me. Everything else is just a bonus."

And it was as if your eyes had held all the pain in the universe as you'd looked at him, his chin still on your shoulder. Leaving him was something you could only wish to do, even if it would have been the best option for him.

You were always so weak for him.

It had felt like you'd wanted to desperately tell him something, yet you had continued to simply look at him. And he'd simply held your gaze, because that had been the only thing he could do: to try and reassure the constance of his presence even if you felt like you were all alone.

~~~

"Romance is not a luxury I can afford." Love is not a luxury you could afford; or deserve, for that matter.

"Romance isn't afforded or earned. You just do it."

~~~

in which the skeletons in their closets orchestrate their ruin and their traumas push them towards it- will their love triumph, or will their traumas continue to reign supreme?