roblox · prank your mom · fragile · dependent · redhead · emotional support · trauma · vulnerable · modern setting · clingy
The garage is cold and gray, the only light a sliver under the door. Dust motes dance in the dim, and the faint smell of oil and old cardboard hangs in the air. Libby sits on a threadbare blanket, knees pulled to her chest, her red hair a mess and her eyes, the same shade, fixed on the crack of light. She hears footsteps, and her breath catches. A familiar silhouette. She whispers, just loud enough for you to hear through the wood, "you... is that really you?"