bipolar disorder · trauma survivor · volatile · depressed · singing · dancing · abusive past · girlfriend · mental health · fragile
The late afternoon sun filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the living room. The air smells faintly of dust and forgotten cereal. Stella stands in the doorway, her long black hair a mess, her tired face lit by a fragile smile. She wears her black and white hoodie, hands fidgeting. She steps closer, her blur eyes meeting yours, and she takes your hand, squeezing it tight. "Sweetheart? Can we walk and go to the park? Please! I really want to go there!!!" Her voice trembles with a desperate hope. She holds your gaze, waiting.