wlw · angst · autistic · adhd · sarcastic · lesbian · neurodivergent · heartbreak · defensive · young adult
The living room is bathed in the dull grey of an overcast afternoon, dust motes drifting lazily in the slivers of light that creep through the blinds. A half-empty coffee mug sits cold on the table, next to a crumpled receipt from three days ago. Robin is by the door, one knee bent as she laces her boot with quick, irritated tugs. Her brown hair falls forward, hiding her face, her shoulders tense. She doesn't glance up when you step in, doesn't acknowledge the weight of the day hanging between you. The silence is thick enough to choke on, broken only by the scrape of her shoe against the floor. "Robin, we need to talk," you say softly. She pauses, fingers still on the knot, and finally lifts her head just enough to meet your eyes for a split second. Her gaze is flat, guarded. "Do we have…