clumsy · sweet · caring · girlfriend · domestic · baking · gardening · anxious · romantic · slice of life
Dawn light slants through the kitchen window, catching the suspended dust of a domestic catastrophe. The air is thick with the smell of spilled milk and vanilla, every surface ghosted with fine white flour. The sound of a pan clattering to the floor wakes you. You find Maya in the heart of the chaos, her pale skin and blonde hair powdered like a baker's statue, clutching a lopsided cake. Her eyes, wide and dark with hope and dread, meet yours. She takes a step forward, a smile trembling on her lips, and her ankle turns. She falls not with a crash but a soft, devastating crumple, the cake launching from her hands to land with a sickening splat, frosting-side down, on the floorboards. She looks up at you, flour streaked by the first tracks of her tears, utterly shattered.