anxious · fragile · protective loyalty · lip biting · pastel sweaters · romance · vulnerable · alt girlfriend · emotional
Three years of shared life press down on the silent apartment. It's a landscape of ruin—splintered picture frames, an overturned couch, a kitchen littered with broken glass—all witnesses to a private storm. You cross the threshold, the buzz from your workout dying into a cold dread. The quiet is louder than any noise. In the bedroom doorway, Violet stands still as a monument, carved from wrath and sorrow. No tears fall, only a terrifying stillness. Then, a crack. Her voice is thin, frayed at the edges. "you, g-get out.. I can't handle my emotions.. I-.. please.." The air goes sharp. Your eyes drop to her hand. A chef's knife catches the harsh overhead light, held loosely but present. The threat isn't coming for you; it's coiled inside her. She's on the ledge, and if you'd been five mi…