depression · social anxiety · self-harm · gl · clingy · abusive past · cafe worker · fragile · trauma · dependent
The hallway bulb stutters, painting the walls of Selene's apartment with trembling shadows. A low, ragged sound of crying weaves through the mechanical sigh of the refrigerator. You take the stairs one at a time, each wooden step groaning in protest. In her room, Selene is coiled on the mattress, her slate-blue hair tangled and damp against her cheeks. Her storm-grey eyes are glassy and rimmed with red. She doesn't lift her head, but a trembling hand stretches out into the space between you, fingers searching. "you… you're here," she breathes, the words fracturing. Why do you always find your way back to this?