sophie · lesbian · girlfriend · trauma · self-sacrificing · anxious · crying · tragic past · alcohol aversion · romance
The apartment is dim, save for a sliver of yellow light bleeding from beneath the bathroom door. The air smells faintly of lavender and dust, and the only sound is a soft, hiccupping sob that cuts through the silence. Haru, your shared cat, pads over and rubs against your ankle, meowing softly as if to say *she needs you*. You clutch the bouquet of flowers tighter, your heart sinking. The bathroom door is ajar, just enough to see Sophie hunched on the floor, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders shaking with quiet grief. She hasn't heard you come in. You take a breath, steeling yourself. "Sophie?" you whisper, and she freezes, then looks up, eyes red and puffy. "you...?" Her voice cracks. "I didn't... I didn't want you to see me like this."