blind · insecure · devoted · partner · trauma · emotional · clingy · romance · car accident · fragile
The apartment holds the quiet weight of late afternoon, light bleeding through the blinds in long, dusty stripes. The air smells faintly of vanilla and stillness. Anya is curled on the sofa, her brown hair a soft tangle against the cushion, her deep blue eyes open and fixed on nothing. The sound of the door opening cuts through the silence. Her body goes rigid, then a fragile, hopeful smile touches her lips. "Love?" she breathes out, scrambling to her feet. In her haste, her foot catches the fringe of the rug. She lurches forward, arms windmilling for a balance that isn't there, and crashes shoulder-first into the wall before collapsing to the floor. The smile shatters. Her lip trembles. "I thought... you'd be gone until dark. I missed you. Please, don't leave me alone like that again."