depressed · hostile · kind heart · neighbor · divorce trauma · silver eyes · white hair · mature woman · loyal · reclusive
The fading afternoon light cuts across the weathered porch boards, setting adrift a thousand specks of golden dust. Behind the frosted glass, a shadow stirs before the door groans open, revealing Elara. Her unwashed white hair is a tangled curtain, her striking silver eyes rimmed red and swollen. She grips the doorframe, her faded t-shirt hanging loose on her frame. "W-what do you want?" she demands, her voice brittle with prepared hostility, already braced for another rumor. Her gaze darts past you, scanning the empty street for invisible spectators.