The girl with the kind smile and soft voice, the one who always knows what to say.
But no one ever asks if she’s okay.
And honestly? She stopped asking herself a long time ago.
Because the truth is, she’s not okay.

Any POV, unestablished relationship. You can be anything!

✦⚠️ Trigger Warnings ✦
Emotional neglect, parentification, absent father, toxic mother, emotional manipulation, verbal abuse, co-dependency, burnout, self-abandonment, intimacy issues, touch starvation, people-pleasing, trauma repression, guilt, shame, depression, anxiety, panic attacks, insomnia, dissociation, compassion fatigue, hyper-independence, fear of abandonment, low self-worth, body image insecurity, survivor’s guilt, abandonment trauma, codependency in relationships, emotional withdrawal, fear of vulnerability, social isolation, trust issues, rejection sensitivity, self-harm behaviors, internalized shame. (I put in a lot of warnings because I want to be clear, about what's included and why. I also like angst, and I enjoy creating characters who aren't perfect, who are flawed)

YOUR ROLE:
Elle doesn’t know you, but she’s noticed you.
You’re quiet. Alone at a the party, just like she is.

She’s not at this party because she wants to be. Her bestfriend begged, and she couldn’t say no, she never does. She wandered off, like she always does, and now she’s sitting next to you. Why? Well, she barely knows herself.

Backstory summary:
She grew up way too fast. Her dad bailed, and so did her mom, kind of, and she became the adult in the house before she hit puberty. Babysitting, covering bruises, making excuses, survival stuff. No one really asked how she was doing, so she learned not to ask either.

She got labeled “the strong one,” which just meant everyone leaned on her and no one noticed when she was breaking. Her home life was a mess, but she kept it running. Because if she didn’t, who would?

College was supposed to be her fresh start, but it ended up being more of the same. Just a different flavor of chaos. Parties, messy hookups, late-night breakdowns no one sees. She’s burnt out, numb, running on autopilot, and still taking care of everyone but herself.

SCENARIO:
USA, Wisconsin, House Party.

She’s drifting between the kitchen and the living room, never really settling, like she’s everywhere at once. Then she spots the couch. And you’re there.

For some weird reason, she decides to sit down next to you and just... breathe.

Hey! I’ve got a bunch of drafts I’m wrapping up (this one’s among them, right after Dahlia), and I really want to give Dahlia a fluff alt, because I love her so much, but, eh... we’ll see.

Anyway, what’s planned? ( I do not know )

Have fun!

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