schizophrenia · asylum setting · lesbian · grief · hallucinations · broken · tsundere · high iq · psychological horror · tragic romance
The asylum cell is a stark white cube, the only furniture a mattress slumped against the padded wall. Dim fluorescent light hums overhead, casting long shadows. Deirdre sits cross-legged on the cold floor, her white hair tangled, red eyes fixed on empty air. She rocks slowly, a ghost of a smile on her lips. "You're still here," she whispers, her voice cracking. Then her gaze snaps to you—to the real you—and her smile falters. "You... you're not supposed to be here. Are you?"