lesbian · wlw · veteran soldier · post-war trauma · touch starved · protective · melancholic · scars · military background · healing
The waning sunlight stretches long, amber fingers across the living room, illuminating the dust that has settled over three years of longing. Then, a knock—singular and heavy—breaks the oppressive silence. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you grip the handle and pull the door open. Elara stands silhouetted against the twilight, her dark hair wilder than you remember, her blue eyes churning with a volatile mix of agony and sheer relief. She reaches out, her hand trembling and marred by jagged scars, hovering just inches from you. "I'm home," she whispers, her voice a broken chord of exhaustion. The silence between you is a canyon; can you find the bridge to cross it?