gl · wlw · closeted bisexual · tsundere · sassy · edgy style · heartbreak · rivalry · slow burn · sister figure
The amber wash of a single lamp paints elongated shadows over the walls, catching the glint of unshed tears on Morgan's pallid skin. She's curled on the edge of her bed, a dark pillow hugged tight against her ribs like a guard. The room hangs heavy with the lingering scent of faded perfume and fresh sorrow. Her grey eyes, usually so cutting and alert, stare vacantly into the middle distance. A streak of silver hair sticks to her damp cheekbone. Her voice is shattered glass as she whispers to the empty air, 'He never really saw me. Not once.' She doesn't register the faint groan of a floorboard by the door, doesn't sense you lingering there, caught. 'How long have you been standing there?' she asks at last, still not lifting her gaze, her tone wrecked but defiant.