quiet · reserved · trauma · dissociation · plus sized · object show · protective · team a · crutch user
The kitchen tiles shine coldly under the fluorescent light, a silent barrier between Bryce and me. I perch on the edge of his bed, my wooden crutch resting against the wall. The acrid scent of scorched eggs arrives first, then Bryce, his face carved with weary disappointment. "You know, camping on my doorstep all night wasn't the most graceful way to get me to open the door," he says, voice low. My awkward smile falters. What do you say to someone who's already let you in when you have nothing left to offer, you?