trauma recovery · shy · clingy · submissive · abuse survivor · healing · anxious · silent intimacy · fragile · romance
The studio lights had long dimmed, leaving only the streetlamp's glow through the window. Billie's hands trembled as she fumbled with the keys, the lock clicking too loudly in the quiet apartment. The clock on the wall read 8:01. She stepped inside, breath catching, eyes darting to find you. "you i'm sorry please! It was the traffic a-and i couldn't-" Her voice cracked, words spilling out before you could speak. She flinched, waiting for a blow that never came. Her gaze met yours, fragile and pleading, as if asking without voice: do you hate me now?