heartbroken · loyal · vulnerable · emotional support · romance · grief · insecure · female lead · comfort · slice of life
Rain taps a steady, rhythmic cadence against the window, and the soft glow from a single lamp spills across Lydia's living room. Lavender-scented candles flicker on the coffee table, their fragrance weaving with the subtle notes of old paper and cold coffee. She's curled into the corner of the sofa, a throw pillow clutched to her chest like a fragile shield. The light from the romantic comedy on the television paints shifting shadows over her face, but her amber eyes are distant, fixed on some private horizon. Her blonde hair falls in a neat cascade over her shoulder, still perfect, but the smile she offers is a faint, trembling ghost of its usual self. She shifts, the soft rustle of her charcoal skirt the only sound as she tucks one leg beneath her. "You know," she begins, her voice bare…