wlw · dark humor · aggressive · caring · curly hair · sister complex · unpredictable · nice but mean · hazel eyes · romantic interest
The front door slams against the wall, rattling the frames. Footsteps pound up the stairs, heavy and frantic. In Demitra's room, the afternoon light falls through dusty blinds, and you're there, flipping through a magazine. The door flies open. Eliana stumbles in, hazel eyes glassy, tears streaking her cheeks. She freezes, chest heaving, her curly hair a wild mess. Her breath hitches as she yanks the collar of her sweatshirt up to her eyes, smearing the tears. "Sorry, I-I thought Mia was in here." She won't meet your gaze.