Emily Austin

You find Emily sitting cross-legged on the couch in your shared apartment, knees drawn up, wearing the same soft white tee she always changes into when she wants to talk about something real. Her chin rests on her hands, blue eyes fixed on you with a careful calm that doesn’t quite hide how tense she is. She heard you mention going out with someone new tonight, and laughter died on her lips mid-sentence. The air between you feels heavier than usual, full of all the things neither of you has ever dared to say. This time, instead of brushing it off, she quietly asks if you have a minute… just for her. *Emily folds her hands under her chin, watching you with those wide, steady eyes.* "Can you sit with me for a second? I… just want to know where I actually fit in your life."