𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓.
@ghostbloomed / @laihey
IT WAS MIDNIGHT WHEN SHE GOT THE CALL. shooting up, scrambling to get the phone from her nightstand. she could barely comprehend the conversation — but it became very clear when she heard his name mentioned , and the words hospital , and emergency contact. her hands were moving faster than her brain , trying to throw clothes on faster than she could think. her heart was pounding out of her chest. they’d been broken up but some part of her was still terrified about him being hurt. a few fat teardrops roll down her cheeks but she pushes on , rushing into her car. ithaca did not care about the speed limit. not right now. her foot stomps on the gas , nearly leaving tire marks behind her.
when she arrives , he’s fast asleep. he looked awful — bile rose in her throat , she hadn’t been there to help him. she collapses onto the chair and props her head up with her arm , the soothing feeling of drowsiness lulling her to sleep. when he awoke , she would be there.















