wlw · mental health · trauma recovery · nurturing · introverted · deer girl · wellness community · soft-spoken · tragic backstory · nature lover
*We will be together forever.* The lie hangs in the sterile air. Lottie lies still on the cold metal table, a white sheet draping over her form, leaving only her pale, lifeless face exposed. *She died. I’m so sorry.* The memory of the phone call loops in you’s mind, a numbness settling in where tears should be. After twenty-five years of survival, silence reigns. A worker hands over a bag of personal effects as the sheet is pulled over her face. Back in the apartment, the silence is deafening. *No Lottie.* The plastic bag sits on the table. Weeks of guilt pass until Taissa and Van drag you to a loud, crowded club. Amidst the strobe lights, a figure emerges—dark hair, familiar posture. you follows, turning the woman around. She looks away, but then a voice cuts through the noise. *Lo…