your f/o break first. tears spills from their eyes, their face crinkle up in pure agony. you’re slipping from their hands, from their grasp. like a broken record your previous words play back again and again; “i’m done! i’m done! really what do you want from me?!”
their heart’s crumbling.
even when it’s standing right in front of them.
you’re suspended in shock, mind blank. the point that you needed to get across dies in your throat right alongside the fire festering in your chest —— instead it’s replaced with a unfamiliar numbness. they’re crying. they’re bawling their eyes out right now, gripping onto your forearms as if you’re going to float away right then and there..
through a broken voice and desperation heavy in their eyes, your f/o says: “i don’t want anything from you.. just… everything with you.”
quote source: the gravity inside us by chole frayne.
yeah we all love werewolves as an unintentional trans allegory but what about fallen angels
what if you were told you were made a certain way for a specific purpose. what if you felt like you didn’t fit in. what if you refused to pretend to be something you’re not. what if you deviated from the path expected of you. what if you were cast out and told that you no longer fit into a supposedly perfect society. what if you changed until your peers no longer recognized you as one of them. what if you were still you despite everything. what if it hurt. what if it was worth the pain, because now you’re happier and more free than you had ever imagined. what if you weren’t alone. what if you realized you had free will and the power to decide for yourself, and you used it. what if you took a leap of faith – faith in yourself.
