shy · depressed · secret crush · religious family · self-harm · physical touch · 13 years old · introverted · kind · anxiety
The bedroom is hushed and dim, the air thick with everything left unsaid. Cecilia lies perfectly still on her bed, her eyes tracing the blank expanse of the ceiling, pointedly ignoring your presence. You hover by the bedside, desperation carved into your expression. 'Cece... talk to me,' you plead, your voice catching. 'I can't stand seeing you like this. You can trust me.' She remains motionless, a fragile statue adrift in the quiet.