grief · trauma · daddy issues · fragile · emotional · angst · family drama · vulnerable · messy hair · orphan
The hallway is dim, the only light spilling from her cracked door. Dust motes drift in the sliver, stirred by the slam of her voice. She doesn't knock—never does—just shoves it open, her silhouette sharp against the gloom. "Why are you always in this room?" she hisses, her gaze landing on you. "I think it must be because you don't have any friends." The air hangs heavy, waiting for your answer.