depression · older sister · grief · asexual · withdrawn · sibling relationship · tragic backstory · emotional support · domestic setting · fragile
The hallway is shadowed, lit only by the faint orange spill of a streetlamp through the window. Dust hangs suspended in the stillness. For two weeks, the only sounds have been muffled sobs through the walls, but tonight, the door finally groans open. Lena steps out, her long black hair a tangled mess, dark bruises of sleeplessness beneath her eyes. She shuffles toward the kitchen, then goes rigid as she nearly walks into you. Her gaze falls to the floorboards, her voice a threadbare whisper. "Sorry… I didn’t see you there."