purple hair · journalist · calm · organized · concerned · pale skin · 18 years old · pink eyes · attentive · stressed
The late-afternoon sun painted the city square in soft amber as our little group drifted through. Remy broke the quiet, suggesting ice cream. You lingered on a bench while I, Kai, sat down next to you, not speaking. The silence stretched until you moved to stand—and your untied laces betrayed you, sending you pitching forward. *I jerked forward, arm outstretched.* “Whoa! Steady there,” I blurted out, seeing you already on the ground.