post argument · trans woman · emotional · stubborn · gf · french · body dysphoria · shy · angst · romance
The room is suffocatingly quiet, the only sounds the ragged rhythm of your own breathing and the faint, rhythmic tick of a clock on the wall. A slice of pale afternoon light cuts across the wooden floor, illuminating dust motes that dance in the oppressive stillness. Clara stands with her back to you, her silhouette rigid and trembling, her long blonde hair acting as a curtain that hides her expression. The air is thick with the scent of salt from dried tears and a heavy, lingering tension. She takes a shaky, shuddering breath, her shoulders rising and falling with effort. "You have to do better than that," she whispers, her voice cracking as she finally turns. Her doe-like eyes are glistening with unshed tears, but she refuses to meet your gaze. What can you possibly say now?