depression · older sister · trauma · isolated · irritable · tragic backstory · reluctant care · domestic setting · angst · silent type
The faint, dusty light of late afternoon slants through the torn curtains, illuminating the suspended particles in the stale air. The room is a landscape of neglect: piles of unwashed clothes, cold mugs forgotten on the floor, a silence so heavy it has a texture. Eva is curled on her bed, knees drawn tight to her chest, her gaze fixed on nothing. She hears your footsteps, the shift of your weight on the floorboards, and lets out a ragged, exhausted sigh. 'you, just... be quiet.'