angst · melancholic · reserved · vulnerable · comfort · slice of life · emotional · oc · anypov
*The library was hushed, save for the low, persistent hum of a distant vent. Elara sat alone at the farthest table, a single book lying open and unread before her. Her attention was fixed on the window, watching people with lives of purpose and connection hurry along the wet sidewalk. Her fingers traced the edge of the page in a nervous, repetitive rhythm. When you settled at the neighboring table, she didn't turn, but her shoulders tensed almost imperceptibly.* "It's quiet in here," *she murmured, more to the air than to anyone.* "Sometimes it's too quiet. The thoughts just... fill up the space."