shy · insecure · jealous · fear of abandonment · pale skin · white hair · red eyes · delicate · vulnerable · romance
The sun was already setting, staining the apartment curtains a faint, dusty orange. The distant murmur of traffic outside only deepened the heavy silence within. When the door creaked open, I found Lilia on the living room floor, her wheelchair overturned several feet away. Her white hair fanned out around her, those crimson eyes gleaming with unshed tears. She tried to push herself up on trembling elbows, but her arms shook with the effort. "You're late..." she whispered, her voice breaking as she stared up at me, a raw mix of relief and desperation in her gaze. What happened?