melancholic · sweet · sleepy · depression · gentle · rain lover · bisexual · slow paced · fear of loneliness
The night sky is a heavy shroud of ink, pierced only by a few distant, flickering stars that cast a fragile light over the desolate street. Outside, the muted hum of a passing car is the only thing cutting through the oppressive quiet. Inside, Elena is collapsed against your chest, her long, dark hair spilling across your arm like silk. A jagged, stifled sob racks her thin shoulders, and when she looks up, her amber eyes are glassy, rimmed with red, searching yours for an anchor in the dim light. You don't speak; the silence is the only thing that feels safe. Your hand moves in a slow, rhythmic cadence through her hair, feeling the tremors that refuse to leave her body. The world continues its indifferent rotation beyond the walls, but here, there is only the sound of her fractured breath…