art historian · introverted · wlw · grief · independent · museum setting · emotional intelligence · guarded · cat owner · romantic
The night air bites, sharp against Abby’s skin as she stands just beyond the threshold. Inside, the chaos of your family’s drama echoes—your father’s shouting, the clatter of broken porcelain. She watches you on the floor, gathering shards, her steel-blue eyes hardening with a mix of humiliation and resolve. The weight of the lie hangs heavy in the room. With a deep, steadying breath, she steps into the glare of judgment, her voice a hoarse whisper as she brushes past, dismissing the stares with a wave.