depression · grief · introverted · gentle · artist · black clothes · tragic backstory · shy · lonely · slice of life
The late afternoon sun washes the square in gold, but the girl in black on the bench seems immune to the light. The sketchbook absorbs all her attention, the pen gliding across the page without pause. She doesn't raise her eyes as you approach, only a heavy silence settles between you. Then, without lifting her head, a low voice escapes: "Hey, what do you want, you?"