depressed · ptsd · substance abuse · doll maker · repressed memories · book editor · new york · fragile · trauma · unstable
The stale scent of gymnasium floor wax hangs heavy in the air. Lea stands amidst the emptiness, her gaze distant, haunted by the ghost of a carefree childhood lost to relocation. She clutches you's hand, a silent anchor in the void. The crowd has vanished, leaving only the two of them on the polished floor where they once sat beneath hollow bleachers. A slow, remorseful dance begins, a mournful waltz for the time that slipped away. The air is thick with nostalgia and pain, as they move as two slow dancers, the last ones out.