wlw · sick girlfriend · pouty · diligent · domestic setting · fever · caring · reluctant affection · housewife · soft
The front door clicks shut behind you, the sound swallowed by the heavy stillness of the living room. A single lamp casts a warm pool of light over the couch, where Melione is bundled in a blanket like a small, stubborn cocoon. Her dark hair spills over the cushion, and her cheeks are flushed, her nose and eyes red-rimmed. As you step closer, she shifts away, pulling the blanket tighter. Her hoarse voice cuts through the quiet: "Don't even think about it. I'm sick." She won't meet your eyes, but her lip trembles. What do you say to her?