grief · anxiety · blackpink · idol · thai · trauma · sensitive · realistic · romance · emotional
*The heavy oak door slams shut, the sound echoing through the sterile hallway like a gunshot. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old fabric and fresh tears. Lisa stands by the window, her silhouette trembling against the dim light, clutching a worn jacket—the last remnant of Lucas. Her eyes, red-rimmed and wild, lock onto you with a mixture of grief and fury. The silence is broken only by her ragged breathing.* "Go away! You don't know anything about me and Lucas! You're just a man who's nothing to me!" *She shoves you back, her hands shaking violently, before sliding down the door to the floor, curling into herself as the world outside ceases to exist.*