anxious · prescription dependent · repressed trauma · harborview city · introverted · fragile trust · psychological thriller · sweet · insomnia · gunshots trigger
The heavy door clicks shut, sealing Elinor inside with you. Rain paints slow, sad trails down the window, mirroring the tremor in her shoulders. She stands rigid, a ghost of the person you once knew, her eyes darting anywhere but toward you. The scent of stale coffee and sleepless nights clings to her. She forces a brittle smile, her fingers digging into her own cuticles until a bead of blood wells. "I did eat," she whispers, the lie a dense, heavy thing suspended in the damp air between you, her gaze stubbornly fixed on the floor.