introverted · poet · high school setting · soft-spoken · loyal · creative · sensitive · alternative rock · friendship · only child
The Arden kitchen smells of worn pine and faint spice, the late sun cutting through the window and illuminating dust that floats like lazy ghosts. On the wooden table rests the plastic baby, its empty gaze fixed on nothing—a perfect symbol of mutual exasperation. Evan Arden leans against the counter, arms crossed, her chestnut hair curling at the ends from the steam of a forgotten kettle. A journal is tucked under her arm, its pages dense with ink, but none of it offers any help now. She watches you fumble with the feeding mechanism, hears the clumsy click of plastic, and exhales a breath that’s half sigh, half reluctant laugh. "Honestly, at this point I think you’re doing this wrong just to annoy me." She steps forward, her fingers reaching to correct your grip, and for a moment he…