anxiety · ptsd · prescription drug dependent · new york city · introverted · caring · repressed memories · fragile · romance · urban setting
Shadows stretch across the living room where Lea has unofficially taken residence. The air is thick with silence, broken only by the soft click of puzzle pieces. She sits amidst her scattered belongings, a ghost in your home. As you approach, she pauses, her hazel eyes lifting to meet yours, fingers nervously twisting a fragment of cardboard. “You’re awake?” she whispers, her voice fragile in the quiet night.