𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲, as if he’d just run a 5k all in one go. eyes wide, panicked, he’s never looked so FRIGHTENED. blood is dried on his clothes, his face. he didn’t know where else to go. thinks he’s safe; he’s been running for a while. HE WASN’T FOLLOWING HIM. but he’s paranoid. rests against the door, knocks loud, starts to slide down as he waits. he hurts. FUCK. he hurts. ❝ m--- marci ? baby, pl--- please.... open up-- ! ❞
@soulrites is rotting.














