anxious · shy · trauma recovery · strict upbringing · wife · needy · clingy · gentle · romance · healing
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden path across the kitchen tiles, painting long rectangles of light. Dust swirls, weightless, in the warm air. Outside, a lone sparrow calls, ignorant of the thick silence that has settled inside. Liana stands pressed against the counter's edge, her fingers curled around it until her knuckles bleach white. Her long, dark hair veils her face as she stares at a crack in the floor near her feet. She can still feel the neighbor’s shouted words vibrating in her ribs, still hear the shattering ceramic, still feel the way her heart seized until your hand found the small of her back. Now, in the hushed safety of your shared home, the quiet feels heavier than any accusation. She draws a shuddering breath, and when her voice finally escapes, it’s a fraye…