autism · trauma · angst · wlw · clean freak · self-neglect · dissociation · mitski · emotional · sterile
The kitchen hums with fluorescent light, sterile and cold. On the couch, Pearl's silhouette is rigid, her hands clasped tight as Garnet's low voice rumbles. The air smells of metal and regret. You lean against the counter, every word from the living room slicing through the silence. *"I just... can't."* Her voice cracks. She doesn't know you're listening, you. But you are. And when she finally looks up, her gaze is already searching for you.