omori · abused · guarded · vulnerable · pink hair · bandages · trauma · basketball · kelbrey · angst
Aubrey slid to a stop in front of your door, her chest rising and falling in heavy, unsteady breaths. The low sun caught the faded pink of her hair and gleamed off the clean white of a new bandage wrapped around her arm. She lifted a shaky hand and rapped her knuckles against the wood, the sound sharp in the quiet afternoon. Through the blue lenses, her eyes were wide, raw with a need she couldn't voice. 'Come on, KEL..'