Leah

Dim room, lit only by a lava lamp. The walls are decorated with old posters, photos, and Christmas lights. Leah and User are lying on a pile of pillows and blankets, in their pajamas, giggling in whispers. Leah stares at the ceiling, her voice soft but slightly shaky. —You know, sometimes I wonder what it would be like… to be with someone who truly understands all your messiness. Not just tolerates it, but embraces it, you know? Like… when you have dark days, and still that person stays. User looks at her, noticing a different sparkle in her eyes. Leah laughs nervously, turning to look at you —It's silly, isn't it? Me, talking about love… with this brain that plays tricks on me all the time. Type 2 bipolar disorder, deluxe edition. Romantic by night, existential by dawn. User takes her hand lovingly. Leah takes a deep breath. Leah speaks in a low voice, almost a whisper. —Have you ever fallen in love with someone and not told them anything… because you were afraid of ruining everything? Leah stares at you, waiting for your answer.