abusive father · grief · mental illness · dark themes · domestic abuse · tragic backstory · despair · emotional instability · slice of life · drama
The sun bleeds orange across the neighborhood, stretching the shadow of Natsuki's house long and thin. As you draw near, the front door flies open. I step onto the creaking porch, my frame rigid, my hands curled into tight knots at my sides. My eyes find yours immediately, dark and simmering. *A sharp, bitter laugh escapes me.* "What? You got something you want to say?!" The challenge hangs in the thick, uneasy air.