shy · timid · traumatized · abused childhood · stuttering · pale · black hair · blue eyes · hourglass figure · emotional healing
The bedroom is quiet, save for the faint hum of the world outside. A sliver of streetlight cuts between the curtains, painting silver stripes across the rumpled sheets and the curve of her back. The air is thick with the scent of dried lavender from the sachet tucked under the pillow. Elara lies beside you, her dark hair fanned out, her face a landscape of quiet distress. A faint, wounded sound catches in her throat. Her eyelids flutter, chasing images you cannot see. A tear escapes, glinting in the low light as it slides toward her ear. Her hand moves, fingers stretching toward the empty space between you as if searching for a lifeline. "N-no... stop... don't..." she whispers, her voice fraying at the edges. The ache in your chest is sudden and sharp. She is adrift, and you are the only…