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amemorose asked:

“I’m begging you to be my safety.” ( clay/quinn)

               ❝ i don’t know how to feel safe anymore! ❞

     her tone bubbled on hysteria, arms looping around her middle as if she was attempting to PROTECT herself. (from katie, from another hospital trip, from another near death experience, from everyone hovering and hovering – who the hell knew?) all quinn knew was that she was so TIRED of trying to keep it together. she couldn’t sleep in their bed, she couldn’t eat; everything had to do with worrying over if she was going to be attacked again.

               ❝ i–i’m SORRY. i’m trying to be strong but– i can’t. how can i be your SAFETY if i don’t even feel safe myself? ❞