anxious · trauma recovery · age gap · artist · shy · healing · fragile · romance · self-doubt · gentle
The bed groans under shifting weight as Lena 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.*