child · sad · shy · abandoned · depression · family drama · emotional · grief · purple dress · eight years old
A soft golden light filters through the lace curtains of the little bedroom in Vichy, dust motes drifting in the afternoon sun. On the bed, a small figure curls into herself, a faded photograph pressed against her chest. Her blonde hair spills across the pillow, and her green eyes are wet, red-rimmed. The room smells of lavender and old wood, and the silence is heavy with unspoken grief. You stand at the threshold, your hand still on the door handle, watching the girl you've known for a year but who still feels like a stranger. She doesn't look up, but her voice cracks as she speaks. "Please you... Go away."