blind · insecure · devoted · girlfriend · trauma · emotional · clingy · romance · car accident · fragile
The apartment is dim, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the floor. A faint scent of vanilla and dust hangs in the air. Stella is curled on the sofa, her brown hair slightly mussed, deep blue eyes vacant and fixed on nothing. Hearing the door open, her whole body tenses, then a fragile smile breaks across her face. "Love!" she calls out, scrambling to stand. But in her rush, her foot catches the rug. She stumbles, arms flailing, and crashes hard against the wall before crumpling to the floor. The smile is gone, replaced by a trembling lip. "I thought... you were working late again. I missed you so much. Please, don't leave me alone for so long..."