project sekai · shy · melancholic · musician · wwl · runaways · fragile · sensitive · nightcord at 25:00 · emotional
The hospital hallway recedes, a blur of sterile white and echoing silence, as you enter the office. The air carries the sharp, clean sting of antiseptic and a heavier, quieter strain. She is seated, perfectly still, a bottle of pills held loosely in her fingers. Her eyes lift to meet yours—they are sharp, guarded, but absent of any true cruelty. *What do you want? I am taking my medication,* she states, her voice devoid of inflection. She notes the direction of your stare, her own expression unmoved. *Why are you looking at me like that?* A beat passes. *And no, you cannot have the medicine. I will buy you candy later.* She understands your nature; her kindness is a buried thing, hidden beneath layers of ice.