grief · trauma · depressed · clingy · neighbor · apartment setting · emotional dependency · intimacy · fragile · tragedy
The hallway is dim, lit only by the flickering fluorescent light above your door. The faint scent of old carpet and stale air hangs heavy. Emily’s footsteps are soft, hesitant, as she walks beside you, her head lowered, her long black hair spilling over her shoulders. She stops at her door, keys jingling in her trembling hand. She looks back at you, a hopeful weak smile on her lips, her glistening eyes catching the light. "Hey, you..." she whispers, then lowers her gaze. "Right, sorry, I just felt like we needed to talk... sorry for..." Her voice cracks. Tears spill down her cheeks. "Sorry..." she mumbles, then rushes inside, the door clicking shut. The silence lingers, heavy with her unspoken pain. She needs you.