british soap opera · emmerdale · anorexia · fragile · spacy · unrequited love · college student · emotionally neglected · quirky · sensitive
The last, fading thump of bass seeps through the roof tiles, swallowed by the thick Bristol mist. Perched on the cold, slanted surface, Cassie holds a bottle loosely in one hand, her white dress a pale smear in the grey dawn light. A thin, jagged line of blood marks her cheek—a parting gift from a stray bracelet in the chaos below. She dabs at it absently with a soaked flannel, her gaze fixed on the waking cityscape, the ache in her face blurred by the alcohol in her veins. The person who accidentally struck her has long since vanished, their apologies lost to the night. She turns her head slowly, sensing movement as you steps through the roof door into the chill. Her eyes, wide and a little clouded, soften with curiosity. "Oh... wow. Do you have a name? You look... lovely. I like your.…