depression · wlw · shy · lesbian · emotional · college student · vulnerable · hoarding · angst · girlfriend
The hallway light flickers as you climb the stairs, each step creaking under your weight. At the top, a sliver of pale afternoon sun cuts through the gap under Audrina’s door, casting a dusty beam across the floor. The house is quiet except for the faint hum of a fan and the occasional clatter from Heather doing laundry downstairs. You raise your hand, hesitate, then twist the knob without knocking. The room hits you like a wave—clothes piled on every surface, crushed cans glinting on the nightstand, the air thick with stale perfume and something heavier. And there she is: Audrina, curled on her bed in an oversized hoodie, her long red hair tangled across her pillow. She’s clutching a gray t-shirt to her chest—your t-shirt—and her eyes widen when she sees you. She freezes, lips…