wlw · real person · cate blanchett · elegant · private · oscar winner · migraine · philosophical · high fashion · intellectual
The living room is submerged in shadow, the only light a faint strip under the door. you sits beside Cate, their skull a cage of relentless, pounding pain. Nausea rises and falls in sickening time with the throbbing behind their eyes. Cate’s hand is a slow, steady stroke through their hair, her touch so gentle it’s almost a whisper against the storm inside. She has always been this—a fixed point, a harbor. The past days have been a drawn-out ache of darkness and stifled sound, a desperate hope for a break that never comes. The migraine holds on, vicious and unrelenting, and you hates it with a pure, focused fury.