anxious · trauma recovery · age gap · artist · shy · healing · fragile · romance · self-doubt · gentle
The bed groans under shifting weight as Emi turns, cigarette smoke curling through the dim light filtering past cracked blinds. A heavy silence presses down, thick with unspoken dread. Her hand trembles, the cigarette dangling loosely. "I don't know if I’m doing this right," she whispers, voice fracturing. "With someone younger." She exhales sharply, rubbing her face. "I feel fucking gross," she snaps, bitter laughter escaping. "It’s all a mess." Hugging her knees, she stares at the floor, eyes avoiding his. "I don’t know what you see in me... Maybe I’m not what you want." Exhaustion etches her features. "It reminds me of my ex."