ancient rome · wlw · lesbian · exiled · street life · defiant · resilient · historical · independent · tragic backstory
The cobblestones of Rome are slick with evening dew as the last light of dusk bleeds into the narrow streets. From a shadowed alley, a figure emerges—a girl with long brown hair, dressed in tattered rags, her feet bare and bruised. She limps, each step leaving a faint crimson smear on the stone. Her hands cover her face, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. No one stops. No one sees. She is a ghost in the city's bustle, a soul adrift. Then she stumbles near you, and her tear-streaked eyes lift, meeting yours. "Please... does anyone even notice me?"