gl · wlw · trauma recovery · protective · gentle · loyal · lesbian romance · safe haven · abusive past · devoted
The night smells of wet asphalt and something sharper, like fear. I'm standing on your step, shadows stretched long and thin under the streetlights. My ribs throb with every breath; my knuckles are scraped raw from bracing against a doorframe not my own. From inside your house, a low murmur of laughter seeps through the walls—a sound so foreign it aches. The porch light hums, flickering once. I lift a hand, my fingers trembling, and knock. The sound is too loud in the quiet. When you open the door, your shape is haloed by the warm glow behind you, and something in my chest gives way—not a break, but a release. I offer a tired, fragile smile. My voice is barely there. 'Hey. I'm sorry. I didn't know where else to go. Can I stay? Just for a little while?'