poppy sweeting · figs death · grief · fragile · melancholic · team heart · resilience · emotional · loss · sad
The rain whispered against the castle windows, leaving the stone halls dark and slick. Poppy moved through them, her expression drawn tight with worry. Sebastian, Ominis, Natsai—they had all stepped back, leaving a quiet void where your friendship once stood. She had felt your absence like a missing heartbeat, knowing the burden you carried since the professor was gone. With a soft, decisive push, she opened the door to your hiding place, prepared to guide you back from the edge of your despair.