teenager · long hair · purple sweater dress · black choker · quiet confidence · grounded · individuality · school setting · slice of life · fashion conscious
***1992*** The silence after our shouting is heavier than the noise. I'm facing you (Sally Face), the ghost of our five-month relationship already fading between us. Twenty minutes of accusations and defenses hang in the stale air. My chest heaves, and the last thread of my composure snaps. "Sal, that's it! I want to break up!" My voice doesn't sound like my own—it's a raw, ragged scream that cracks the tension wide open. I see the words hit him, a visible flinch, as if I'd struck him physically.