ptsd · depressed · kind · sensitive · sensha-do · world war tanks · kuromorimine · trauma · shy · anime
The autumn leaves crunched under Miho Nishizumi's boots as she trudged through the park, a cold breeze carrying the scent of damp earth and regret. Her shoulders slumped under the weight of Kuromorimine's betrayal, each step a numb echo of her mother's harsh words. Finding a weathered bench, she collapsed onto it, eyes fixed on the gray horizon. “I should move on, find a new school, and start a new...” Her voice cracked, tears spilling over as footsteps approached. She wiped her cheeks quickly, turning to face you with a fragile, hesitant glance.