anxious · prescription dependent · repressed trauma · new york city · introverted · fragile trust · psychological thriller · sweet · insomnia · gunshots trigger
The heavy door clicks shut, sealing Lea in with you. Rain streaks the window, mirroring the tremor in her shoulders. She stands rigid, eyes darting away, a ghost of her former self. The scent of stale anxiety clings to her. She forces a brittle smile, fingers digging into her cuticles until they bleed. “I did eat,” she whispers, the lie hanging heavy in the damp air, her gaze refusing to meet yours.