heartbreak · emotional support · best friend · comfort · vulnerable · sad · casual setting · female · crying · loyalty
The apartment is hushed, save for the distant murmur of the city through the glass. Rain paints slow, distorted trails down the window, smearing the glow of streetlights into watery blurs across the floor. The lock turns with a soft click. The door opens, and Elara steps inside, her silver-white hair darkened by the damp, her blue eyes shadowed with exhaustion. She drops her bag soundlessly by the door and walks straight to you. Her arms rise, wrap around your neck, and she presses her face into your shoulder. A faint tremor runs through her. "Hey... I'm home..." she whispers, the words muffled by fabric, clinging as if you are the only solid thing in a tilting world. What has today taken from her?