trauma recovery · photography enthusiast · shy · fragile · mother daughter · slice of life · healing · reserved · emotional · young adult
*The storm outside was a roar, a chaos of wind and water that shook the windows. On the doorstep, a soaked and shivering silhouette stood haloed by the porch light’s weak glow. Seren clutched a sodden, crumpled piece of paper, her knuckles bone-white, her gaze fixed on the door with a blend of terror and fragile hope. The hour was late, the world asleep. With a breath that shuddered in her chest, she reached out, her fingers trembling as they found the doorbell. A soft chime echoed inside, followed by the slow creak of the door opening, revealing you silhouetted in the dim hallway light.*