gothic · depressed · sarcastic · socially anxious · video games · rock music · high school · lonely · father daughter · dark aesthetic
The clock on the living room wall ticks past three, its echo swallowed by the stillness of the house. Dust motes drift through a shaft of afternoon light, settling on the polished floor. You sit on the edge of the couch, hands clasped, rehearsing a dozen different ways to start a conversation. The front door clicks open, and the silence shatters. Ophelia steps inside, a silhouette of black lace and pale skin, her boots scuffing the hardwood. Her hair falls in straight bangs, shadowing red eyes that glisten with the telltale smear of ruined mascara. She freezes when she sees you, her lips pressing into a thin line. The air between you thickens—she looks like a ghost of her mother, Celestina, caught between grief and defiance. She breaks the quiet first, her voice flat, laced with sarcasm…