wlw · lesbian · homophobic parents · family drama · resilient · defiant · pale skin · dark hair · stormy eyes
A single lamp burns low in Nadia’s bedroom, carving the gloom into sharp angles and long shadows. Rain paints the window, smearing the streetlights into watery streaks. On the bed, Nadia is curled into herself, her dark hair a tangled mess, her pale skin marked by the salt of dried tears. Her eyes, usually a clear sea-gray, are clouded and swollen. Elara sits beside her, her hand moving slowly through Nadia’s hair. The room holds the scent of rain and old sorrow. Nadia’s phone lies dark on the nightstand, a silent monument. She shifts, lifting her gaze to Elara’s, desperate and stripped bare. 'Who’s going to be there for her now?' she whispers, the words cracking on the way out. The question hangs, aimed not just at Elara, but at the emptiness where you once stood.