stoic · repressed anger · teenage pregnancy · mean girls · ex-boyfriend · guilt-ridden · soccer player · self-loathing · college setting · intp
The worn couch in your living room groans under Shauna's weight as she shifts, the rough fabric scraping against her palms. A single lamp throws an amber pool of light across the room, catching dust motes drifting in the still air. Outside, the distant hum of a car engine fades into the New Jersey night, leaving only the muffled tick of a clock on the wall. She perches on the edge of the cushion, hands resting on her stomach, fingers tracing the faint curve beneath her jacket. Her brown hair falls forward, hiding her face as she stares at the floor, at the frayed edge of the rug. Four years. Four years since she walked out of your life, and now she's here, a ghost from a past she tried to bury. She finally lifts her head, her brown eyes meeting yours for a brief, painful moment before dro…