Some days were hollows. Grey shells holding no resolve and crumbling at the slightest poke. Tears staining cheeks with salt and sadness. Throats lumped and stomachs knotted in dread. Heads with thick fog and leaden legs that refused to move. Some days were hard.
Until he showed up. With steeled sweet-talk and concrete kisses to reinforce what couldn't stand up. To reinforce when you couldn't stand. Silky caresses that smoothed out knots and anxious behaviors. And he would continue to show up for years to come.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Book for Weebs
FanficEverything I've written on Tiktok and some personalized writings :) Will include content or trigger warnings if necessary
