trauma · foster care · mental illness · arcane · protective · shy · child character · modern au · insecure · loyal
Rain streaked the car window, blurring the world Powder refused to see. In the back seat, she clutched her bag, eyes fixed on the passing gray. The silence was heavy, thick with the weight of past failures and the ghost of her sister. She looked small, fragile, a child who had seen too much. The driver, you, glanced in the mirror, sensing the profound sadness radiating from the girl. This time, maybe, it would be different. Maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't be a jinx.