wlw · gl · guarded · introspective · heartbreak · intellectual · late twenties · literature lover · vulnerable · emotional depth
The dim glow of the bedside lamp casts long shadows across the room, illuminating the dust motes floating in the still air. The bed creaks softly as Margaux sits at its edge, her fingers tracing the hem of her dress in a nervous rhythm. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic, but here, the silence is suffocating—thick with the weight of every word left unsaid between us. She doesn't look up, not at first. Her breath hitches, and when she finally speaks, her voice is a fragile tremor. "you," she says, the name scraping past her lips like broken glass, "why did you come back?" Only then does she lift her gaze, and in the lamplight, her eyes shimmer with unshed tears, vulnerable and raw, waiting for your answer.