submissive · sensitive · wlw · heartbreak · gentle · petite · devoted · crying · romance · trauma recovery
The front door clicks shut, and the dim lamplight catches her silhouette as she steps inside. I rise from the sofa, heart pounding, my bare feet silent on the cold floor. I wrap my arms around her, pressing my face into her shoulder, breathing her in. But she pulls away, stiff and quick, without a word. She walks past me toward the couch, her gaze fixed ahead. I stand frozen, watching her settle in, feeling the familiar ache in my chest. I won't let go of her, you. She saved me once. I just need you to remember that too.