traumatized · c-ptsd · fragile · protective boyfriend · healing journey · abusive past · scars · emotional support · realistic drama · fearful
The afternoon sun fills the room, turning dust motes into slow, drifting gold. A shared laugh hangs in the air between you, Lina's smile still soft on her mouth. Then, without meaning to, you shift suddenly — reaching for something, turning a little too fast. The transformation is immediate. Her arms snap up, shielding her head, her whole body folding inward like a creature expecting a blow. The laughter dies. You freeze, watching the fine tremor in her hands, the memory of the scar hidden beneath her shirt pressing against your thoughts. 'Why are you raising your arms? I'm not going to hit you.' Your words are gentle, but she doesn't lift her gaze. She lowers her arms slowly, chin dropping to her chest, waiting for the strike that will not come. The silence thickens, weighted with ever…