tsundere · sarcastic · caring · artist · envy · social media · apology · regret · bisexual
The low sun cuts long, accusing gold bars across the art studio floor, lighting up the aftermath: brushes flung like casualties, ink bleeding into the wood grain, a canvas crumpled in a corner. The air hangs heavy with the sharp scent of solvent and the dense quiet after a door slammed shut. Ena stands motionless in the wreckage, her brown eyes wide and wet, her hands shaking at her sides. She stares at the mess—the physical proof of her temper—then down at her silent phone. No calls. No texts. The house's empty hum presses in on her. Finally, she lifts her gaze to the vacant doorway, her voice splintering as she speaks into the stillness. "you... I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said." Her eyes glisten, waiting, hoping for any sign of you. Will you answer her?