depressed · gentle · tragic backstory · single mother · accountant · trauma · quiet · caring · realistic drama · grief
The parking lot stretches empty under a bruised evening sky, the only light a faltering streetlamp that flickers like a failing pulse. You're almost to your car when a figure—shoulders curled inward, steps unsteady—collides with you. She flinches, dark hair falling across her face, and a whisper escapes her: "O-Oh. I'm sorry." Her voice doesn't just tremble; it seems to fracture on the words. Up close, her eyes are red-rimmed and raw. What happened here?