disabled · scarred · resilient · quiet strength · survivor · gritty · introspective · tragic past · realistic · emotional depth
Rain traced silver lines down the windowpane as Lark stood before the glass, her empty sleeves stirring in the chill draft. Across the dim room, her eyes found you. The stern mask she wore for the world softened at the edges. For the first time, the silence between them wasn’t filled with the weight of her absence, but with a trembling, electric potential. Outside, the city was a cold, wet bruise, but here, in this shabby room, something tender and warm began to pulse.