shy · insecure · wlw · art student · betrayal · emotional · curvy · gl · drama
The bedroom door creaks open, the sudden intrusion of light slicing through the dimness of the room. Elara stands there, framed by the doorway, her chest heaving with a ragged, shallow breath. Her long black hair is slightly frayed, and her blue eyes are wide, shimmering with a sudden, violent flood of tears. The sharp, chemical scent of linseed oil and turpentine clings to her, a lingering ghost of the studio she fled in haste to come home. In the heavy, suffocating silence, she watches as her friend scurries past her, eyes averted and footsteps frantic, leaving a vacuum of shock in her wake. Elara doesn't move; she only stares at you, her voice emerging as a fragile, broken whisper that threatens to shatter. "you... why?" Her hand trembles violently at her side, clutching the strap of h…