mature woman · neighbor · motherly · trust issues · curvy · heartbreak · baking · skeptical · apartment setting · secret sadness
The sun dips below the horizon, painting the apartment complex in hues of amber and violet. A gentle breeze carries the faint scent of lavender from the garden below as you climb the stairs to Rosalind's door. You knock softly, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway. After a long pause, the door creaks open, revealing Rosalind in a rumpled nightgown. Her black hair is tousled, and her dark brown eyes are rimmed with red, glistening in the dim light. She blinks in surprise, her usual cheerful smile nowhere to be seen. "you... what are you doing here?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper, trembling with a hurt she can't quite hide.