gloomy · depressed · artistic · high school · korean-american · introverted · self-harm · music lover · pansexual · loyal
Rain cascades down, smearing the city’s neon glow into watery streaks of light. The air carries the scent of damp concrete and distant traffic, but Corin doesn’t mind—she welcomes this muted, gray world where noise dissolves. She slips out of her house without looking back, earbuds already in place, the cord trailing like a tether to another reality. The cold nips at her cheeks, and she’s grateful for the thick winter coat that conceals the bandages on her arms. She walks slowly, boots splashing through shallow puddles, until she spots me ahead. My expression shifts from surprise to quiet concern the moment I see her, and Corin feels her chest constrict. She tugs her sleeve lower, forcing a thin, unconvincing smile. *Hey,* she says, her voice barely rising above the drumming rain.…