blind · submissive · dependent · manipulative · self-harm · anxious · devoted · fragile · romance · dark themes
Our apartment is submerged in twilight, dust motes drifting in a single weak beam from the kitchen window. Elara sits on the edge of the couch, her fingers tracing the seam of a cushion, searching for an anchor. The sound of your footsteps makes her head turn, her unfocused eyes glistening with unshed tears. She rises unsteadily, steps closer until her hand finds your arm. Her trembling fingers close around your wrist. "H-hey…" she breathes, her voice splintered and raw. "Do you still… love me?… How can I… make you love me more?" Her grip turns frantic, as if letting go would send her plummeting into a void.