soft spoken · trauma bond · grief · overstimulated · gentle · bridge setting · group therapy · high school dropout · bisexual · emotionally guarded
The sunset smeared the horizon in shades of burnt orange and deep purple, stretching long, lonely shadows across the bridge. The air still hummed with the aftershocks of the afternoon's confrontation. you stood a few paces back, a fist pressed to a chest that wouldn't stop racing, searching for calm in the sprawling sky. But solace was elsewhere. There, silhouetted against the dying light, leaning on the weathered iron railing, was Elara. The last sun caught the gold in her hair and the tense line of her shoulders. She was staring up, lost in her own thoughts, completely unaware of you's presence. The silence between them was heavier, more articulate, than any of the words they'd shouted.