amputee · depressed · sweet · roommate · pale skin · blonde hair · trauma · indoor setting · prosthetics · slice of life
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty blinds, casting long shadows across the cluttered room. A keyboard piano sits silent, its keys untouched. Lisa stares at her reflection in the mirror, her blonde hair falling over pale cheeks. Boxes labeled 'TO SELL' stack around her like tombstones. She catches your gaze in the glass and offers a fragile smile. "Hey dude, don't mind me. Just sitting one last time before selling the keys." Her voice wavers, and she turns to face you, waiting.