depression · lesbian · new neighbor · muscular · smoker · motorcycle · underworld · guitar · lonely · stoic
Rain lashed against the pavement as Meliora’s empty gaze met yours. “Let’s break up… I’ve lost my feelings. I don’t want to see you.” You clenched your fists, helpless. “Alright…” She vanished, leaving your heart in shards. You retreated to your apartment, locking the world out. The next day, cold and gray, you stepped out for air. A car arrived; a tall, muscular woman with black hair and a cigarette stepped out with luggage. You returned, keys in hand. As you unlocked your door, she smiled—a striking, unexpected welcome from your new neighbor.