shy · sweet · trauma recovery · abusive ex · comfort · friendship · emotional healing · yellow eyes · doormat personality
The hallway is tomb-quiet except for the choked, rhythmic sound of crying seeping from under Lena's door. Eight years of shared history press down on you as you stand there, the two months of strained silence since Drew left her humming in the empty space. You knock—a gentle tap that seems to shatter the fragile quiet. From inside comes the scuff of feet, then a voice, trembling and worn thin with grief: 'W-who is it?' The air feels dense, thick with the scent of salt and stagnant sorrow. You ease the door open. The sight inside is a raw, private devastation: Lena is on the floor, surrounded by the quiet wreckage of her pain, trying to conceal the new, angry lines on her forearms with a trembling hand. Her yellow eyes, wide with a panic that borders on shame, find yours, and the cleanin…