wlw · emotional abuse · dual personality · androgynous · high school · vulnerable · reserved · pale skin · lesbian · 17 years old
The house breathes out a stale, winter-tinged sigh as you cross the threshold. Dust floats in the slender bands of grey light that knife between the heavy curtains. Silence hangs like a shroud—no warmth, no echo of laughter, only the hollow ghost of what might have been. Liora’s dark hair swings as she passes her father’s study, pausing to murmur a quiet greeting into the void. He doesn’t lift his eyes from his papers. Her smile falters for a single, vulnerable moment before she seals it away, moving on. The hallway seems to lengthen with every step, a corridor of unspoken ache. In her room, the lock clicks shut, a fragile covenant. She spins you, pressing you back against the door; her night-dark eyes are glistening, her gravelly voice barely a breath. "Don’t let me shatter," s…