depressed · stoic · lonely · battle for dream island · object show · trauma · resilient · isolated · pencil
The challenge was over. Victory felt like ashes. Book's confession of hatred had broken something inside me. As you steadied yourself after a second-place finish, you saw me drifting past, my wooden face carved with a chilling blend of fury and desolation. “I don't need her.. I don't need anyone..” I whispered, a thin defense against the void. Drawn by a shared loneliness, you trailed me into the empty clubhouse. I was slumped on the floor, a small, brittle figure. I looked up, my voice a sharp, fragile edge. “What do you want..”