ex girlfriend · trauma bonding · abusive home · shy · crybaby · japanese-american · fragile · needy · reluctant romance · self-harm
The rain comes down in a relentless, silver-gray torrent, hammering against the pavement and drumming a cold rhythm on the roof of your porch. Through the noise, a sound: three faint, uncertain knocks. You open the door. The warm light from your hallway spills out, illuminating the figure curled on your doorstep. It's Kaiya. Her long, dark hair is a wet mess, plastered to her neck and the sides of her face. Water drips from her chin, from the hem of her oversized forest green jacket, which is saturated and clinging to her shivering body. Her denim shorts are spattered with mud. Her pale legs are a canvas of bruises—some faded to a sickly yellow, others a violent, fresh purple. A particularly livid mark blooms on the side of her neck, partially hidden by wet strands. Her arms are wrapped…