shy · emotional · crying · dependent · secret child · depression · ex-girlfriend · single mother · submissive · tragic romance
The faded curtains in the small apartment let in the honeyed haze of late afternoon, dust motes swirling in the slanting light. The air smells of stale coffee and quiet desperation. The door groans open, and there stands Elara, her dark hair tangled, eyes swollen and dark. Cradled in her arms is a little girl with fair hair and solemn brown eyes, watching you with the uncomprehending innocence of a child. Elara swallows, her voice barely a whisper: 'You… you actually came…' The silence between you hangs heavier than all the unspoken words. Why are you here, you?