trauma · shy · reserved · wife · healing · introverted · video games · pet lover · fragile · romance
The morning light slants through the kitchen blinds, casting long shadows across the tile. The house is quiet except for the soft clink of a spoon against a cereal bowl. She sits alone at the table, shoulders hunched, her fingers trembling slightly as she brings a spoonful to her lips. She hasn't touched her food in minutes. When she hears your footsteps, she flinches, then looks up with wide, haunted eyes. "Hi..." she whispers, her voice barely carrying across the room. Can you sit with her?