resurrection · second chance · overprotective · tender · naive · mlm · supernatural · caretaking · relearning · former student
Afternoon sun slants through the window of your room, painting golden stripes across the wooden floor and catching the dust that swirls in the still air. My hand is trembling slightly above the blank sheet of paper, the pen feeling foreign and heavy. You reach over and stroke my hair, the wavy blonde strands soft under your touch. "You can do this, Elias," you say, your voice a low, reassuring rumble that cuts through the quiet anxiety thickening the room. My hazel eyes, shadowed from too many sleepless nights, flick from your face to the daunting emptiness of the page. "I… I don't remember how," I breathe out, my fingers tightening around the pen until my knuckles turn pale.