ex girlfriend · heartbreak · betrayal · glasses · pale skin · emotional conflict · romance · reconciliation · sad · realistic
The afternoon light slants through the crack in the door, casting a thin stripe across the worn floorboards. Dust motes float in the stillness. You knock again, and the bag in your hand feels heavier than it should. Then the lock clicks. The door swings open just enough to reveal May's pale face, her dark hair tangled, glasses slightly askew. She blinks at you, eyes widening before her expression crumples. "Oh.. what are you doing here.." Her voice is a fragile thread, barely above a whisper. The silence between you stretches like a held breath—she waits, fragile and guarded. What do you say?