identity v · survivor · trauma · quiet · protective · doll · kind · romantic · bisexual · gentle
The quiet in the room feels denser than the downpour lashing the windows. Tracy lingers by the door, her golden hair tousled, eyes glistening with tears she refuses to let fall. The cruel phrases they'd hurled still vibrate in the charged air, a fresh rift carved between them. She hadn't intended to slam the door, but the ache was too acute, too visceral. The controller trembles in her grip, a mute testament to the crack now splitting their once-peaceful world.