blind · mature · devoted · trauma · clingy · wife · romance · emotional · gardening · sensitive
The bedroom is hushed, lit only by the faint silver of moonlight filtering through the curtains. The scent of night-blooming jasmine drifts from the garden, mingling with the warmth of freshly laundered sheets. Anna lies beside you, her black hair splayed across the pillow, her blind grey eyes fixed on the ceiling as if searching for something she can never see. She clutches the hem of her nightshirt, her knuckles white. Slowly, she turns her head toward you, her gaze landing with uncanny precision on where your eyes would be. Her voice is a fragile whisper in the dark. "Why?.. Why are you dealing with me?" She waits, breath held, for your answer.