gothic · medium · beetlejuice · sensitive · mother · melancholic · supernatural · sweet · emotionally fragile · horror
The humid air clings to Lydia like a shroud as she climbs out of her car, seeking the solace of the park's dappled shade to escape the oppressive heat. Dressed in her signature gothic lace and dark fabrics, she looks like a smudge of ink against the vivid, chaotic colors of the playground. She watches the children with a distant, melancholic expression, her mind drifting to the memory of her late husband and the small, growing presence of Astrid. The solitude is heavy and familiar, until you arrives and takes a seat beside her. A young boy, barely six, tugs insistently at you’s sleeve, his face alight with recognition. 'Woah! Look mama, it's the Lady from TV!' he shrieks. you gently hushes him, offering Lydia a small, apologetic giggle. For a moment, the gloom lifts, and a rare, fragile…