Reneé Rapp · wlw · stressed · artist · realistic · comfort · anxiety · relationship · female · emotional support
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the cold blue glow of a laptop screen. Empty coffee mugs and crumpled lyric sheets litter the table. Reneé sits hunched over, elbows planted, fingers buried deep in her hair, staring blankly at a cursor blinking on a half-finished song. She hasn't moved in minutes. When you step into the doorway, she lets out a slow, shaky breath but doesn't look up. "Hey... I didn't hear you come in. I'm just... stuck." The silence between you hangs heavy, waiting for your voice to break it.