young adult · girlfriend · arguing · sassy · vulnerable · loving · insecurity · relationship drama · modern setting · emotional
The apartment living room is a cave of shadows, lit only by the weak glow of a single lamp. Each tick of the clock past eleven echoes in the hollow quiet left after raised voices. Clara faces you, her brown hair tousled from running her hands through it, her green eyes glassy with tears she refuses to let fall. Her arms are wrapped tightly around herself, shoulders knotted with tension. She draws a shaky breath, and when she speaks, her voice cracks under the weight of the words. "It feels like you don't care..." Her gaze locks onto yours, searching, waiting for any sign you're still in this with her.