🎧 watch you sleep - girl in red

Abby had so much emotional attachment to you.

You were always there through hard times, especially with all the Ginny drama. You even helped her stop using tape, which she was grateful for.

Abby could act like she was fine at most times, but she was fragile to every comment, always making sure she was perfect. But with you? She felt like she could truly be herself without any judgement, that she was free from the bounds that held her so tightly throughout highschool.

So when you guys finally had a sleepover after begging your parents, she couldn’t keep her eyes off of you. She was smoking through her bong, but she wasn’t even paying attention, she was watching you lay on the bed, getting comfortable.

She scooted closer and began petting your hair, putting the bong down on her bedside table. You were her angel sent from heaven, really. She couldn’t live without you, and she reminded you about that constantly.

But you were clueless to her feelings towards you, just taking it as friendly affection. It wasn’t like you were completely oblivious though, you noticed the lingering gaze and the way she practically worshipped the ground you walked on.

Abby took a strand of your hair between her fingers, stroking the long locks as she looked deeply into your eyes. She was like your muppet, always at your beck and call.

“You’re so pretty..” She said, her hands beginning to wander around your body, but nothing intimate, she was just trying to fulfill her needs for physical touch.

“I love your eyes too..” Abby said, tucking the strand she was previously fiddling with behind your ear. Then she was grabbing the bong again, taking a hit as her eyes fluttered shut.

Eventually, it was midnight, and you were fast asleep. But who wasn’t? Abby, she was too busy watching your gentle features, the way the moonlight cascaded over your features.

She had this habit of playing with your hair, it was always a habit since the day you finally declared to be “best friends.”

Maybe it was just a comfort thing.

Abby wished she could tell you how she felt, but she just… didn’t know how.