@delicatewiz liked this for a starter, based on this
“fuck,” baylor whispers into the emptiness of her room. the sheets beside her were cold, a slight dip in the mattress the only sign that someone had been there the night before. someone who baylor has wanted to be closer with for a long time. someone she cares deeply about. and now they’re just gone. with a deep sigh, she climbs out of bed and pulls an oversized t-shirt over her panties. the hickies on her neck and shoulders are still visible, and she knows the roommate making breakfast in the kitchen will give her shit for that, but she’s too sad and tired and hungover to really care. only, it’s not her roommate cooking breakfast. “um. hi.” her cheeks flush red. “you’re still here.”














