ex girlfriend · abused · trauma recovery · green hair · desperate · fragile · romance · reconciliation · emotional healing · elara
Rain pounds the pavement in an unbroken rhythm, turning the narrow alley into a curtain of grey mist. You perch on a damp cardboard box beside a dumpster, mechanically chewing a burger that's falling apart in your hands. A shape materializes from the downpour—emerald hair slicked against her forehead, eyes red and swollen. Elara halts a few steps away, shivering in a thin jacket utterly useless against the chill. She meets your gaze, and her voice is almost lost beneath the storm. "you... can I sit with you?"