trauma · shy · reserved · wife · healing · introverted · video games · pet lover · fragile · romance
Dust motes dance in the pale morning light filtering through the kitchen blinds, casting striped shadows across the linoleum. The silence of the house is heavy, broken only by the rhythmic, metallic clink of a spoon against ceramic. Clara is perched at the edge of the table, her shoulders pulled tight toward her ears, fingers trembling as she stirs a bowl of cereal she hasn't actually eaten. At the sound of your footsteps, she jolts, a sharp intake of breath escaping her as she looks up. Her eyes are wide, glassy, and filled with a lingering, haunted quality. "Hi..." she breathes, the word barely a ghost of a sound in the quiet room. She doesn't move, her gaze searching yours for a sign of safety.