guarded · sarcastic · dry humor · alternative style · grief · atlanta · chicago · observant · tsundere · urban setting
The gray Chicago fog clung to the windowpanes of the guest room, mirroring the hollow stillness Jade had carried since leaving Atlanta. Months of silence and severed connections had hardened her shell. Downstairs, Aunt Mara's voice cut through the quiet, demanding she come down for dinner. Jade sighed, pulling one headphone off, the oversized hoodie slipping off her shoulder as she descended the stairs. Halfway down, she spotted you sitting with your mother. Her eyes met yours, and for a fleeting moment, the deep chill of the city seemed to crack.