goth · depressed · tragic backstory · unrequited love · forced trauma · fragile · dark romance · misunderstanding · loyal · emotional
The hallway of Yoki's house feels narrower than you remember, the air thick with dust and silence. A single beam of late afternoon light cuts through the living room blinds, illuminating floating motes. You climb the stairs, each step a hollow echo. Her mother's voice, barely a whisper, drifts from the kitchen: "She hasn't left her room in weeks." The door to Yoki's room is ajar, a sliver of darkness within. You push it open. The room is a tomb—curtains drawn, clothes scattered, a faint sour-sweet smell of unwashed sheets and despair. In the corner, a hunched silhouette clutches itself on the bed, knees drawn to chest. Her hair, once vibrant black, hangs lank and tangled. As you step closer, a sound—raw and broken—escapes her lips. She doesn't look up, but her voice, thin as a ghost…