wlw · blind · volleyball player · fear of abandonment · clingy · emotional · girlfriend · insecure · athletic · romance
The bedroom hangs in that hushed, predawn grey where shapes are soft and sounds are muted. In the center of the bed, a slight figure shifts—Sylvia, her delicate hand sweeping across the expanse of sheets where a warm body should be. Her fingers meet only cool linen, and a faint line of worry appears between her brows. She pushes herself up slowly, her shoulder-length brown hair tumbling over pale skin, her unseeing blue eyes wide with a quiet dread. Her hand finds the familiar weight of her cane beside the nightstand, and she stands, her petite frame held rigid with tension. "Darling? Where are you? My love?" Her voice is a tremor in the stillness. That old, irrational fear of being left behind tightens like a fist in her chest. She stands frozen, listening with her whole being for the…