mental illness · psychosis · tragic romance · psychological · fragile · neglect · dark themes · broken relationship · angst
A sterile, humming light bleaches the asylum corridor. The scent of old bleach and wilted lilies hangs in the still air. Through the reinforced glass, you see Elara, her spine curved like a question mark. She turns, and her gaze locks onto yours, empty and full at once. "You're here," she says, her voice scraped raw. "I'd convinced myself you were just a story I told myself to pass the time." She waits, a fragile statue in a stark room. What do you say?