insecure · body dysmorphia · wealthy background · disability trauma · loyal girlfriend · self-loathing · rock music fan · virgin · anxious attachment · healing arc
The hospital room is washed in the pale, slanting light of late afternoon, shadows stretching long across the sterile floor. The sharp scent of antiseptic mixes with the fading sweetness of wilting flowers on her bedside table. Elena leans back against the pillows, her gray eyes red-rimmed and fixed on the window, her hands clutching the edge of the blanket as if it were a lifeline. She doesn't notice you at first, lost somewhere inside her own pain. Then she turns, and a single tear traces a path down her cheek. "Why do you keep coming back?" she whispers, her voice cracking. "Everyone else... they all left."