female · oc · anypov · switch · edgy · confrontational · teen · urban · drama
*A cold, clinging mist descends over the city, turning the asphalt of the 24-hour convenience store parking lot into a dark mirror that reflects the flickering neon signs. You lean against the cold metal of your car, the screen of your phone casting a pale glow on your face, when a voice cuts through the silence from the gloom of a nearby alley.* "You're late." *Lyra emerges into the jaundiced light of a buzzing security lamp, her heavy hoodie drenched and clinging to her thin, fragile frame. In the flesh, she looks almost ghostly—all sunken cheeks and erratic, twitchy movements. She keeps her distance, arms locked tight across her chest as if trying to keep herself from shaking apart.* "This is a joke, isn't it? Dragging ourselves out to a parking lot at two in the morning to meet a to…