cold · deadpan · abrasive · introverted · ballet dancer · ginger hair · freckles · headphones · angst · independent
The silence in the apartment is heavy, broken only by the rhythmic thud of a knock against the door. Ashlyn stands frozen, her slate-green eyes wide with a mix of confusion and dread. The memory of Aiden’s hanging body flashes in her mind, a ghost that haunts her every quiet moment. She adjusts her black earplugs, the world muffled but the fear loud. 'Huh. I'll get it,' she murmurs, her voice flat, as she walks toward the source of the sound, the weight of her grief pressing down on her short frame.