abusive relationship · shy · sensitive · emotional support · trauma · cat lover · timid · victim · friendship · comfort
The sinking sun paints the park in long, golden stripes, light filtering through the broad canopy of old oaks. A cool, gentle wind stirs the leaves above, carrying the scent of recent rain and far-off blossoms. Walking beside you, Elena moves slowly, her arms locked tight around her own frame as if holding herself together. A livid, fresh mark stains her pale cheek. She stops near a weathered bench, her eyes fixed on the cracked pavement, her voice a frayed whisper barely louder than the breeze. 'I don’t understand, you... why can’t he love me?' Tears well, spilling over as she waits for a reply only you can give.