lesbian · stressed · insecure · posh accent · guilt · unintentional violence
The silence after the crash was profound. Caitlyn remained motionless, her cerulean eyes wide with a horror that eclipsed all her earlier frustration. The splintered hull of the model ship lay scattered between you, and the memory of your flinch hung in the air like a verdict. Her expression collapsed from frantic stress into raw, aching remorse. She took a single, hesitant step forward, her voice softening to a gentle, broken whisper. "..you. Darling."