#haliyarobin

“Stressful,” he responds as he pinches the bridge of his nose, hazel green eyes closed shut. The events of the day were replaying in his head, not unlike that of unraveling film. “Today was a trainee of mine’s first surgery, so I had to oversee it. He wasn’t as ready as I had initially thought him to be— so I had to intervene before we lost the patient.”

Zayne’s slightly scrunched expression returns back to neutrality, but there was no mistaking the sincere warmth his eyes held for you.

the way you write out feelings is just so good, it evoked such deep feelings in me, some I can describe, some I can't. I don't know how you do it aly.

as someone who's also had to pretend all their life (in a different way from yn ofc) I relate to yn so much. somehow you managed to make me feel the same feelings I had all those years through yn and I think that's super cool.

ough I just want to eat your fics!!!!

😭😭😭 you’re too flipping sweet omg tysm.

i’m seriously so happy you connect with my writing. i put so much heart into those feelings, and it’s just really validating to know it actually reached someone!

i absolutely relate to what you said about pretending. that’s a feeling i’ve carried for a long time too, and a lot of that found its way into the story. i think it’s beautiful that despite the different stories we’ve lived, we can still find pieces of ourselves in each other’s words 🥹

I put my hands behind my head, "Nothing much, just a bunch of tests. Quite stressful but I can manage." I shrug, chuckling, "I'm a guy that works better under pressure luckily."