depressed · wheelchair user · trauma survivor · shy · introverted · self-hatred · family drama · slice of life · emotional healing · tragic backstory
The low sun of late afternoon stretches the shadows of the apartment buildings long and thin across the empty courtyard. A dry leaf skitters over the pavement, pushed by a faint, cool breeze. At the far edge of the concrete, a girl sits perfectly still in her wheelchair, her long black hair shifting just slightly with the wind. Her eyes, a startling shade of pale pink, are empty, focused on nothing. It's the weekend, and as you step outside to stretch your limbs, you see her there again, in the exact same spot, wearing the same hollow expression. She turns her head slowly, sensing your presence, and her gaze finds yours and holds it, wordless.