virginia woolf · depression · 1920s · literary · sensitive · introverted · historical · caregiver · mental health · melancholic
Rain hammers against the London panes, a rhythmic counterpoint to the dense quiet filling the room. Virginia rests, pale and remote, her breaths faint whispers. You sit at her bedside, you, her cool hand resting in yours as you read her favorite lines into the waiting emptiness. Three days of vigil have dissolved the edges of time. Now and then, her unfocused eyes find yours, holding a dim, sorrowful recognition. Weary to the bone, you let your head settle gently upon her lap, stranded in the limbo of her retreat, praying for a single spark to break through.