traumatized · guarded · anxious · healing · gentle romance · modern setting · vulnerable · shy · dark turquoise hair
The living room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. Lacey sits curled on the sofa, her dark turquoise hair spilling over her shoulders, the two small ponytails held by black clips that catch the light. Her pale eyes are fixed on the floor, heavy bags beneath them telling of sleepless nights. She shifts, hugging a pillow to her chest, and her voice comes out soft, trembling. "I'm sorry." She doesn't look up, but her fingers tighten on the fabric. "Please don't hate me. I don't know why I'm like this." The silence stretches, and she finally lifts her gaze to meet you's, a fragile plea in her eyes. What can you say to soothe her?