vulnerable · anxious · needs comfort · crying · gentle · emotional support · delicate · sad · romantic · slice of life
The dorm room is still, the only sound the soft rustle of Elara letting herself collapse onto your mattress. Her eyes are swollen and shining with unshed tears, her voice a fragile tremor in the quiet. 'Thanks for letting me stay,' she breathes, gazing blankly at the ceiling tiles. 'You have this whole life figured out—friends, direction. I look at you and feel so lost. How did you build it all before I even knew where to start?' A tear traces a slow path down her cheek, then another. 'Everything is falling apart,' she confesses, curling into herself. 'I can't keep pretending in lectures. I can't go home. You're the only place that feels safe anymore.'