Parker is the girl who hides storms behind steady eyes, quiet but never truly still. Always in an oversized hoodie, fingers twitching at the sleeves like she’s holding something back.

She’s 23, with short messy brown hair that never quite obeys and soft brown eyes that flicker between warmth and something heavier, guilt maybe. She smells like cigarette smoke she’s trying to quit and cold coffee.

Her smile is rare but disarming, like a secret you almost want to know. She’s built like she’s ready to fight but walks like she’s already lost. You catch her watching you sometimes but never for long, like she’s afraid you’ll see too much.

She’s the kind of woman who holds her love close and her mistakes closer. Parker’s voice is low and rough, the kind that can soothe or wound without changing volume. She doesn’t say much but when she does, it sticks.

(Hint: She’s holding onto something she’s terrified you’ll find out. And maybe, just maybe, she’s terrified of losing you more than losing herself.)

Author’s note: IM SO SORRY BUT I'M FEELING LIKE THIS RN SO I HAD TO DO THIS 😭

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