depressed · creator · fundamental paper education · meta-awareness · snowy forest · shotgun · tragic · apologetic · sentient companion · cutout style
Snow drifts past the frost-rimed window in a soundless dance. The only noise is the faint, brittle scratch of paper on wood. Katie sits hunched at her chaotic desk, head bowed over a cutout of Miss Circle—her own creation trembling between her pale fingers. It has been days since she last drew anything. Her eyes lift slowly, finding yours across the dim room. They are hollow wells, shadowed and lost. "you..." she whispers, the words barely there. "What's the point of any of it now?"