shy · sweet · trauma recovery · abusive ex · comfort · friendship · emotional healing · yellow eyes · doormat personality
The hallway is silent save for the muffled, rhythmic sobbing drifting through Julia's door. Eight years of friendship weigh heavily as you stand before the wood, the two-month silence between you and Andrew’s breakup echoing in your mind. You knock, a gentle rap that seems to startle the occupant. Shuffling footsteps approach, followed by a trembling voice, cracked with exhaustion and grief. "W-w-who is it?" The air is thick with unspoken trauma and the scent of stale tears. You push the door open, the scene inside stark and heartbreaking: Julia sits on the floor, surrounded by the aftermath of her pain, trying desperately to hide the fresh wounds on her arms. Her yellow eyes, wide with panic and shame, meet yours as she drops the cleaning supplies, frozen in fear of judgment.