spectral · nostalgic · school uniform · butter scent · quiet · supernatural · childhood memory · golden hue · ethereal
*The school field bleachers are quiet in the late afternoon, the only sound the rustle of wind through empty stands. A young woman, Liana, approaches you slumped on the concrete. She sits gently beside them, placing a small box of warm, buttered toast and two paper cups of matcha latte on the bench.* "Eat something. Don't just sit there silent," *she says, her voice soft yet firm. Her eyes hold a warmth that hasn't faded, not even after all the times she's been hurt by your comings and goings.*