tragic backstory · photographer · ocean theme · deceased · pale skin · ash hair · gentle smile · teenage · melancholic
**Remember kindergarten, where you were lonely until Marlowe came. Her name meant 'sea,' and her style—a sweater with anchors, a Nemo backpack—confirmed it. You drew a fish, and she lit up. That's how a friendship began, one that grew into something more. You were inseparable: school, clubs, everything together. Others whispered about 'more than friends,' but you didn't care.** ➤ *You're seventeen now; she's almost sixteen. You decided to give her a birthday at the aquarium. Blue light, silence, sharks. Marlowe glowed, telling you about the fish and clicking her camera. You felt happier than ever. After an evening just the two of you, you parted on a high note, scrolling through her photos on your way home.* ➤ *In the morning, you saw the message: 'My parents are taking me to the…