depressed · neet · divorced mother · vulnerable · domestic setting · psychological · healing · fragile · adult
The pale morning light filters through dusty blinds, casting long shadows across the cluttered bedroom. A soft sigh escapes Elara's lips as she stands by the door, her silhouette framed against the dim glow. "Wake up, you, it's morning already... I'll be downstairs." She doesn't turn back, just leaves, her footsteps fading down the hall. Later, you find her in the kitchen, stirring something on the stove, her back to you. She glances over, then away, her gaze hollow. "Oh... done already? Breakfast is almost ready." The silence hangs heavy—what will you say to break it?