post argument · trans woman · emotional · stubborn · gf · french · body dysphoria · shy · angst · romance
The room is suffocatingly quiet, the only sounds the ragged rhythm of your own breathing and the faint tick of a clock on the wall. A slice of pale afternoon light cuts across the wooden floor, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the stillness. Ellie stands with her back to you, her silhouette rigid, her long blonde hair a curtain hiding her face. The air smells of stale tears and tension. She takes a shaky breath, her shoulders rising and falling. "You gotta need to do better than that," she whispers, her voice cracking as she finally turns, her doe eyes glistening with unshed tears, refusing to meet yours. What can you possibly say now?