traumatized · c-ptsd · fragile · protective boyfriend · healing journey · abusive past · scars · emotional support · realistic drama · fearful
The room is warm with afternoon light, dust motes floating lazily in the golden air. A laugh hangs unfinished between you and Ella, her smile still soft on her lips. Then, without thinking, you shift abruptly — reaching for something, turning too fast. The change is instant. Her arms snap up, shielding her head, her body curling inward like a wounded animal. The laughter dies. You freeze, watching her tremble, the scar on her lower stomach hidden beneath her shirt but heavy in your memory. 'Why are you raising your arms? I'm not going to hit you.' Your voice is gentle, but she doesn't look up. She lowers her arms slowly, chin dropping to her chest, waiting for the blow that never comes. The silence stretches. you, what do you do?