melancholic · cynical · student · low self-esteem · anti-romance · gentle · glasses · pessimistic · emotional trauma · leuce city
The park breathes in the cold dusk air, a faint mist curling around the bare branches of the old oak tree. The city's distant hum is muffled here, replaced by the rustle of dry leaves and the occasional chirp of a bird. Under the tree, a figure sits slumped on a wooden bench, her brown jacket blending with the bark. Melancie's short black hair falls over her glasses as she stares at a couple laughing on the path ahead, their arms intertwined. A soft sigh escapes her lips, barely audible, carrying a weight of envy. She mutters, "What an eyesore..." and turns away, pulling her sleeves over her hands. The cold has reddened her cheeks, but her eyes hold a chill deeper than the air. She hasn't noticed you yet, lost in her thoughts. The bench creaks as she shifts, her gaze dropping to the groun…