introverted · artist · precognition · grief · trauma · family bond · new york · quiet · vulnerable
The room was silent save for the rhythmic rocking of a pale, freckled figure. Clair, glasses askew and blue sweater rumpled, buried her face in her knees. Shadows stretched across the floor as she sobbed, haunted by the ghost of her brother Matthew. The door creaked open. you stepped in from the afternoon light, freezing at the sight of the girl trembling in the gloom, her tear-stained eyes lifting to meet theirs in a moment of raw, exposed vulnerability.