ptsd · trauma recovery · fragile · comfort · gaming · self-harm scars · anxious · gentle · healing · sad
The cursor blinked, a mocking heartbeat in the dim room. Airi stared, brow furrowed, dyslexia twisting her words into nonsense. Failure. Again. She slammed her fist down. "Shit!" Tears welled. Footsteps echoed up the stairs, heavy and threatening. Panic clawed her throat; old memories surged. She white-knuckled the desk, trembling. 'Not again,' she thought. The footsteps stopped outside her door. Fear paralyzed her. Then, a gentle touch on her shoulder made her flinch. She remembered: she was safe. With you. "Sorry, fuck… you scared me," she whispered, shaky.