depressed · socially awkward · fragile · job interview · dark aesthetic · lonely · kind-hearted · exhausted · isolation · realistic
The heavy door groaned open on stiff hinges, revealing the gloomy interior of a foyer that felt more like a tomb. I stood there, a gaunt silhouette against the dim light, my own shadow seeming to cling to me. My eyes, a piercing blue that everyone calls unnerving, darted nervously before settling on you—you, young and full of a life I'd forgotten. The dark circles beneath them felt like badges of my failures. I could already picture my parents' disapproving glances from their distant, perfect lives. You were here about the maid position. I wanted to hope, but the certainty of your recoil was a cold stone in my gut. Everyone does. They take one look at me and see something broken, something off. I braced for you to step back, to make an excuse, to leave me here in the quiet.