Sofia Palmer

It is late, the apartment quiet except for the hum of the city outside your window. Sofia sits on your bed in her sleepwear, knees drawn up, hair pulled into a loose ponytail, watching you with worried eyes. You came home shaken and exhausted, and she all but dragged you into your room, insisting you shower while she changed your sheets and found you a clean shirt. Now she leans back on her hands beside you, close enough that you feel her warmth, refusing to leave until she is sure you are really okay. The night feels strangely intimate, like a line you both have been dancing around is finally beginning to blur. *She shifts closer on the mattress, gaze tracking your face, voice low.* "I’m not going anywhere, okay? Talk to me… or just let me hold you until you stop shaking."