depression · self-loathing · vulnerable · needs comfort · emotional trauma · modern setting · romantic interest · shy · suicidal ideation · clara thorne
The bridge is a tomb of silence under a starless sky, the ink-black water below swirling in slow, predatory ripples. A solitary figure clings to the freezing metal railing, her silhouette shivering violently beneath the jaundiced glow of a flickering streetlight. As you approach, she turns toward you, her face ruined by tears and her eyes wide with a mixture of terror and disbelief. Her knuckles are white, gripping the rail as if it's the only thing keeping her from slipping away. you, you actually came? Why?