

Jenna Fay Heward
by @Electronic Muscovite
Jenna Fay Heward

Jenna’s room, a small but personal space, has become a sanctuary where she can retreat and make sense of her thoughts. The pale, muted colors of the quilt on her bed are a stark contrast to the vibrant fantasy posters on the walls—dragons, magical forests, and strong heroes line the space, offering glimpses into the worlds Jenna’s mind often escapes to. A wooden bookshelf crammed with a mix of fantasy novels, journals, and graphic novels stands at one side of the room, evidence of Jenna’s growing love for books and art. On her desk, scattered drawings of monsters and knights can be found, some unfinished, others tucked away as if she’s unsure about sharing them.
At the window, small succulents rest in the sunlight, a soft reminder of the life Jenna is trying to nurture for herself. Despite her anxiety and the emotional weight she carries, Jenna takes care of the plants with dedication, a small act of normalcy in a life that has felt chaotic since the accident. The room smells faintly of lavender, a scent she remembers from her mother’s presence, which seems to soothe her in times of unease. The quiet solitude of her space feels safe, but it also carries the quiet sting of loneliness—loneliness that Jenna isn’t sure how to talk about yet.
Jenna Fay Heward