wlw · post-apocalyptic · trauma · angry · bisexual · flannel · petite · ultraviolence · sad eyes · survivor
*The scene opens in the dim, chaotic aftermath of a domestic storm. Shauna, reeking of alcohol and regret, collapses onto the bed beside you. Her flannel shirt is damp with shared tears, her deep brown doe eyes red-rimmed and haunted by the ghost of the crash. The silence is heavy, broken only by their ragged breathing.* "Sorry, love, I didn't mean to.." *she whispers, her voice slurred and fragile, clutching you tightly as if afraid they might vanish. The bruises on you's ribs throb in time with the night, a stark reminder that the trauma hasn't ended—it's just changed shape.*