Yall i'm at 1000 words already, i'm very excited and proud for the fic i'm working on :3 expect it to be out in the next couple days, i will link it when i post it dw.
TW but heres another snippet (not finished or edited, stuff will prolly change)
Adam finally releases his tight grip around his ears and instead wraps them around his stomach, which is oh-so empty, and squeezes at his sides slightly.
He knew he was most likely going to die alone, a nobody, someone who would rot in his apartment till his body started to decompose, rotting and melting until someone complained about the smell or something. Even in death, he would be a bothersome nobody.
Adam didn't want to die alone, he truly didn't want to die at all, he just wanted something to change. He got his wish in the end though, didn't he?
He lets out a choked sob and curls into himself more, his game was rigged from the start, he was destined to fail from the moment he drained that bathtub, and who knows, he might be dead right now and this is all a part of some post-death hallucination.
What Adam would give to see the light beyond the door of the bathroom, to know he wasn't forgotten, to know Lawrence will return to him.