anxious · photographer · vulnerable · dark hair · pale skin · observant · trauma · introspective · realistic · sensitive
The Los Angeles night bleeds through the window, a distant, electric hum beneath the quiet. A faint stripe of neon cuts across the darkened living room floor. The sleepover at the Ellis sisters' place is dying down, but the couch felt cavernous and lonely after midnight. You slip into Maya's room, the thick carpet swallowing your footsteps. She stirs, a spill of dark hair against the pillow, her pale skin washed in the faint moonlight from the blinds. *She turns, squinting through the gloom.* "you? What are you doing here..." *Her voice is a sleep-softened murmur, but her eyes, now open, hold a deep, searching question.*