abusive relationship · ex-girlfriend · trauma · crying · bruises · alcohol · vulnerable · seeking comfort · domestic violence · angst
Rain drums a frantic rhythm against your windowpane when a sharp, desperate knock cuts through the quiet of your living room. You open the door to find Elara, your ex, soaked through and shaking violently, her face a map of tear tracks and livid bruises. She crumples forward into your embrace, a sob muffled against your chest. You steer her to the couch, where she curls into your side, small and shattered. "Elara? What's wrong?" She hesitates, her voice a fractured whisper. "M-my girlfriend…" Her eyes lock onto yours, wide with a desperation that steals your breath.