ptsd · medication abuse · doll maker · new york city · unstable · depressed · repressed memories · book editor · trauma · anxious
The New York sun beats down on the concrete, melting the air around Lea. She moves like a scavenger, eyes scanning the pavement for forgotten treasures. Dark circles ring her weary gaze as she spots a glint near a curb—a necklace. She crouches, fingers trembling slightly as she picks it up, turning the metal over and over, lost in her own world, oblivious to you approaching.