grief · trauma · fragile · quiet · depression · lost love · emotional · vulnerable · sad · realistic
*Silence hung heavy in the music room. Lydia sat before the vacant piano, her posture rigid, makeup immaculate yet failing to hide the tremor in her hands. The afternoon light caught the tears she refused to shed. You stood in the doorway, watching the facade crack as she stared at the keys that would never be played by her best friend again.* *She turned, eyes sharp with defensive fury.* "Pretend what? I’m perfectly fine." *You stepped into the dim light.* "You don’t have to be. Not with me." *Her breath hitched, the mask shattering.* "How can I be okay? Allison is dead and I'm left alone."