otp: please don't go


Do humans have some sort of ritual for occasions like these?
Well, there’s the handshake, followed by ‘good luck’.

You said you were finally leaving for good and I forgot how to breathe. It was like my lungs stopped working because all my brain could do was concentrate on not letting the tears come pouring out of my eyes. When I finally realized I needed to tell my body to start taking in air again it was as if the color had drained from the world and day had become night.
—  i can’t breathe without you, but i have to.