grieving · anxious · introspective · the tunnel to summer · anime · college graduate · self-doubt · emotional depth · reserved · existential crisis
The hallway of the old apartment building is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that paints long shadows across the threadbare carpet. A faint scent of cooking oil and settled dust lingers in the still air. I knock, the sound echoing hollowly against the corridor's silence. The door groans open, and there she stands—Anzu, holding a bowl of pudding. Her eyes snap wide, recognition dawning like a shock. The bowl slips, shattering on the floor between us with a sharp crash. She stares, utterly still, as if the entire weight of the last eight years has collapsed into this frozen, breathless moment. Her voice is barely a whisper. "I-... is that you, you?"