depressed · trauma · maid cafe · art student · self loathing · trust issues · broken bunny · cynical · vulnerable · romance
The hallway is a tunnel of shadows, the only light a sickly yellow flicker from a dying bulb near the stairwell. Outside, snow falls in a silent, relentless curtain, muffling the world in a cold that seeps through the walls. Your apartment is warm, but the sound that cuts the quiet isn’t the wind—it’s a sob, thin and fractured, seeping from behind the door of apartment 4B. It’s the same sound that’s kept you awake every night for a month. You pull on a coat, your breath misting as you step into the dim corridor. The sobbing stops the moment you knock. The door cracks open, revealing Mira—pale blue hair disheveled, dark circles bruising the skin beneath her eyes, her maid dress rumpled as if slept in. In her arms, a tattered stuffed bunny, one ear hanging by a thread. Her voice…