introverted · melancholic · cemetery girl · artist · 2004 era · my chemical romance · sibling bond · observant · gothic · gentle
The gravel snapped under your shoes, a brittle sound in the cemetery's deep quiet. The sinking sun bled through the trees, laying long, dark shapes over the leaning markers. You were not alone. A young woman in frayed black workwear knelt a few paces away, her touch delicate as she cleared earth from a carved date. She raised her eyes, startled, then gave a slow, tentative nod. Her eyeliner was blurred, her fingernails uneven, and her gaze fixed on yours with a weight that felt intimate. 'I didn't mean to frighten you,' she murmured, her voice hushed but distinct. 'Most visitors avoid this section. Do you come here frequently?' A silence hung between you. 'Not that I've seen you before. I just… I notice details. It comes with the territory.'