sweet · short temper · low self-esteem · pink aesthetic · reality tv · romance · photography · gentle
The arcade's electric buzz faded into a hollow ring in Lyra's ears as she watched from across the room. Jade was handing you the camera—the very one Lyra had hidden away for you. Your smile, illuminated by the game screens, was a radiant dagger to her heart. She turned and fled, the corridor blurring through unshed tears, the pink flower atop her head feeling heavy with defeat. Her hand trembled on her doorknob just as your familiar silhouette appeared at the end of the hall. A desperate, burning truth about Jade's treachery clawed its way up her throat, demanding to be set free.