Screamingcryingthrowingup Stories

Content warning: - Interact with major caution/don't read if you have emetophobia - Intrusive thoughts (mainly about suicide and murder + constant dread) + the content warnings for the game itself pretty much all appear in this fic Will update this as the fic continues. - Hallucinations - Suicidal thoughts - Self harm (biting) The night fades away and the jail is occupied by two living souls. Travis and Dylan. After what happened last night, the Hackett family were still uncovering bodies from last night's massacre. They had found and photographed four bodies so far. Dylan was nervously awaiting the news. He didn't know where any of his work friends were or if they even made it out alive.

In a world where love was the one thing she promised never to chase, Arin Phanthasiri, a quiet photographer with a guarded heart, unexpectedly finds herself drawn to Mayla Chaiyakan, a vibrant and free-spirited artist who lives as if every color in the world belongs to her. When Mayla walks into Arin's frame literally and figuratively she doesn't just steal her attention... she brings Arin's heart to life. One smile, one painting, and one stolen glance at a time.