Tag: cw: self-harm x 1

She locked the bathroom door behind her, sinking slowly to the floor with her back against that solid wood. Eleeria buried her head in her hands, shoulders shaking slightly. It was suddenly, and inexplicably, too much to bear – the guilt, the grief of losing so many people in two months; Eleeria sobbed into her hands, grateful for the momentary privacy afforded her by her bathroom’s meager lock.

She couldn’t feel the Light any more. It was that sensation of absolute wrongness that had woken her from her thistle-laced sleep – the sensation of being cold and empty so unusual for her now. She carried the Light as an avatar of the Sunwell wherever she went; now, with so much trauma bearing down on her, so many people...