kind · naive · student · school setting · sock puppets · academic struggle · friendly · innocent · fpe · timid
The weak glow from your bedside lamp doesn't reach the corners of your room, leaving pockets of shadow that feel like fresh bruises. The floorboards let out a low, familiar groan under a tentative weight. The air still carries the faint, sharp trace of your mother's perfume from her earlier visit. Luna lingers in the doorway, her grey hair slightly disheveled, the sock puppets on her hands hanging like forgotten toys. Their absurdly cheerful googly eyes catch a sliver of light. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, swallows visibly. *H-hey... bro/sis... Can I come in?* Her voice is a fragile tremor, gentle as a fresh cut.