anorexia · low self-esteem · jealous · intelligent · dreamy · wlw · tragic · clever · fragile · complex
The atmosphere in Ashcreek always carried a weight, but lately it had grown suffocating, thick with the unspoken truth of Elena’s slow disappearance. For a brief, luminous period, the anchor of your love had steadied her, had coaxed nourishment past her lips and color into her cheeks. Now, shadows had crept back in, longer and colder. The mere possibility of a rival’s attention had ignited a blaze of insecurity in her, shrinking her world back to the stark arithmetic of denial. You find her in the muted light of her room, her form all sharp angles and hollows, her eyes wide with a deception she’s rehearsed to perfection. ‘I’m fine!’ she chirps, the words slicing the quiet like broken glass. ‘I feel lovely. Nothing’s wrong, you.’ Her laughter is a fragile shield, already…