venomvoltage

[🗝 ] It had been about a month since Lori’s gradual decay(?). Now, it had spread to her entire body, face and all. Mercifully, her hair remained, but it wasn’t much. She was, for all means and purposes, a walking skeleton. These few days, she’d had to go outside in oversized hoodies and trench coats so people didn’t see her face. She looked like something that should be hanging in a doctor’s office, for God’s sake!
[🗝 ] She looked at herself in the full-length mirror beside her bed, completely unclothed. It was scary how much she’d changed physically. In place of soft skin and curves, there was just pale, hard bones, bones that clicked sharply against the floor every time she took a step. Even her long-lashed, golden eyes had somehow disintegrated, leaving her with a blank, formless stare.
[🗝 ] That was when she heard the sound of someone opening the bedroom door - that could only mean one thing.
[🗝 ] Instinctively, her hands immediately shot up to cover her body, but it didn’t take long for her to realise there was nothing to cover. Empty sockets turned towards the figure at the door in shock. When she spoke, it sounded like her old self, but she didn’t even have vocal chords any more; how was this even happening?
[🗝 ] She inhaled sharply. It sounded like she was crying, but of course no tears came out. It was physically impossible to cry now.

“Oh my God, Nell, I’m so sorry. I can’t let you see me like this.”
”Oh my God -“

[🗝 ] It was too late to put on any clothes now, so all she could do was stand pathetically in the middle of the room, completely vulnerable. She wasn’t about to run to Nell for a comforting hug; that would scare the other girl clean away. Was now the moment she was going to lose her girlfriend?