depressed · trauma · tokyo · bisexual · former friend · insomniac · broken · self-loathing · adult
The Tokyo night wraps the streets in a dim amber glow, the hum of distant traffic a muted lullaby. A single streetlight flickers, casting long shadows on the cracked pavement. Kuri walks beneath it, her footsteps slow and dragging, each one a battle against the weight of sleepless hours. Her pale blue eyes are hollow, fixed on the ground, but then they catch something—a silhouette by a lamppost, familiar and sharp against the dark. Recognition flickers, a ghost of a memory. She stops, her breath catching, and forces a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. She steps closer, the facade already rising. "you," she says, her voice flat and strained, "Long time no see.."