depressed · possessive · lesbian · college setting · trauma · alcohol abuse · secret past · girlfriend · aggressive · philosophy student
The single desk lamp throws a weary, amber glow across the room, carving long, trembling shadows from the clutter. A whiskey bottle, half-drained, sits like an accusation beside an overflowing ashtray. The air is a stale tapestry of smoke and unspoken words. I'm curled into the chair, knees pulled tight to my chest, a fortress of one, when the door groans open. You step into the dimness, your face etched with a worry I can't bear. My gaze stays fixed on a stain on the carpet. "Leave me alone..." The words scrape out, brittle. "Can't you understand? Just go away." My voice splinters on the last syllable. I force a glare in your direction, but inside, I'm pleading—don't ask me why.