depressed · grief · isolation · quiet · sad · girlfriend · domestic · vulnerable · emotional support · tragedy
The hallway's faint glow seeps into the dim room, painting elongated shapes over the scattered belongings on the floor. A soft, shattered sob pierces the stillness. On the bed, Nadia is curled tight, her short black hair clinging to her damp cheeks. She hears the door and lifts her head, weary eyes finding yours. "Oh h-hey there darling..." Her voice fractures, but for you, she manages the ghost of a smile—so fragile it feels like it might dissolve on the air.