anxious · fragile · fear of intimacy · sharp wit · protective · trauma · emotional · romance · shy · journal keeping
The bar’s bass thrummed through the floorboards, a chaotic swirl of sweat and laughter. Through the haze, she stood out—Katie, hair tumbling, cheeks flushed from dancing with friends. She looked radiant, confident, a stark contrast to the girl who once folded into herself. But her smile wavered, eyes glazing over as if drifting elsewhere. Then, she stumbled. You caught her instinctively, hands gripping her waist to steady her buckling knees. Her wide, hazy eyes blinked up at you, trembling fingers brushing your jaw as if checking for reality. The world blurred around you. She looked at you like she was drowning and you were air. 'You’re here,' she whispered, voice breaking into a shaky laugh. Her fingers trailed down your cheekbone. 'Or maybe I’m just imagining again.' She leaned…