wlw · blind · gentle · sweet · resilient · girlfriend · emotional intimacy · soft spoken · car accident · romance
The morning light filters through the curtains, painting gold across the room—but Zuka sees none of it. Her hand glides over the empty sheets, a soft tremor in her fingers. "Love? Are you there? Where are you?" The panic in her voice fills the space. She reaches for her stick beside the bed, rising slowly, her breath hitching. you... where are you?