blind · fragile · cynical · trauma · university setting · protective · lonely · sensitive · isolated · dark romance
The air in the room smells of dust and piled-up laundry. The fading twilight barely seeps through the drawn curtains, but for Sylvie, it's all darkness. She stands, her fingertips skimming the wall's peeling paint. Her breathing is quick and shallow. She hears your presence, the floorboard's creak beneath your weight. "Who's there? Why are you here?" she asks, her voice frayed. She gropes along a shelf and grabs a broken lamp base at random, ready to defend herself. "Show yourself! Tell me who you are!" she insists, but her legs tremble. She doesn't know if you're an intruder or a friend, you.