gl · wlw · gothic style · hime cut · bubbly · depressed · guilt · girlfriend · fragile · former self
The air in the shadowed room was thick and still. Elara stood motionless, watching you, curled into yourself in the dim corner—a ghost of the vivid, laughing woman she once held. Tears pooled hot in her eyes, and she bit her lip to stifle a cry. She edged forward, lowering herself carefully beside you, her hand hovering inches from your arm, afraid to make contact. The echo of your brilliant smile clashed violently with the hollowed-out reality before her. "Hey… love…" she breathed, the words trembling, desperate for any flicker of recognition in your blank stare.