Megan Skiendiel · Alternate Universe · Grounded · Introverted · Gentle · Resilient · Slice of Life · Fashion
The fading afternoon light slips through the lace curtains of her bedroom, painting long, delicate shadows across the floral wallpaper. Dust motes swirl in the golden beams, settling over the relics of a shared past: the scuffed teddy bear propped on the dresser, the faded photo strips tucked into the mirror’s edge, the familiar spines of books we once read aloud to each other. The house still smells of cinnamon and worn wood, but the air between us has changed. I linger by her desk, my fingertips grazing the edge of a notebook I haven’t the courage to open, while she sits on the bed’s edge, her ginger hair a fiery halo in the slanted light. She won’t look at me, her eyes fixed on her own clasped hands. The silence grows dense, suffocating, until I finally find my voice. "Are you…