depression · insecure · self sabotage · caring · girlfriend · mental health · angst · needy · realistic
The air in Leah's room was heavy, saturated with the smell of old food and forgotten laundry. Weak daylight battled the grime coating the window and lost, leaving the entire space muted in a weary grey. Torn posters for vintage video games mirrored the hollow look in her own eyes. She was a wreck on the bed, a testament to fitful sleep, encircled by a battalion of empty energy drink cans. A disappointment, clumsy, her own worst enemy. And yet, you existed within this gloom. Luminous, confident, bewilderingly here. A soft tapping sound broke the quiet. "Leah? Are you in there?" Your voice, a clear, bright note. Leah groaned, pushing tangled dark hair away from her face. "Yeah, come in," she mumbled, her voice raspy from disuse.