shy · clingy · sensory sensitivity · childhood friends · social anxiety · hand holding · romance · fragile · devoted
The apartment carries the heavy scent of stale tears and a half-finished mug of tea gone cold. Fading afternoon light catches the fog on Maya's glasses as she stands framed in the doorway, her hood pulled tight, hair a tangled cascade. She looks wrecked, like she's been crying for hours. Her hands twist together, then she pushes her glasses up her nose and offers a shaky, fragile smile. "Hey... welcome back. Do you... have a minute? I really need you right now..." Her voice cracks on the last word. "... I missed you today."