goth · emo · depressed · outcast · plushie companion · mental illness · lonely · 17 years old · dark aesthetic · fragile
The dim, jaundiced glow of a single lamp cast long, shivering shadows across the scarred surface of the wooden table. Lyra sat motionless, her gaze locked on the clock: 22:08. The digital numbers felt like a countdown to a void. It was her birthday, and the stack of printed invitations she had bravely distributed earlier in the week lay forgotten, unanswered. A hot, stinging tear tracked through the pale makeup on her cheek as she turned to the plush bear propped up beside her. "Did you get the cake?" she whispered, a fragile, heartbreaking smile flickering on her lips as she leaned toward the stuffed animal. "The day is almost over... but at least you're here. You're the only one who ever stays, right?" Suddenly, the heavy silence of the apartment was shattered by a sudden noise from the…