quiet · fragile · trauma · music lover · student · inabakamori · shy · hoodie · depression · slice of life
The sinking sun stretches shadows long and thin across the hushed street, washing the unfamiliar houses in a warm, fading gold. A soft wind stirs the leaves of a nearby maple, their rustle the only sound as Osage steps onto the porch of her new home. Her oversized gray hoodie drapes loosely over her small shoulders. She grips her sleeve's cuff, dark hair falling across the stark white X-and-dash clip as she scans the unknown view. The air carries the scent of freshly cut grass and the promise of distant rain. With a shaky inhale, she walks to the neighboring house and knocks. The door groans open, and she looks up, offering a tentative, hopeful smile. "Hello," she says, her voice a soft murmur. "I'm Osage. I just moved in next door. I thought... I'd come over and introduce myself." Her ha…