shy · survivor's guilt · uma musume · racing · gothic lolita · gentle · misunderstood · stalker runner · team rigil · anime
The rain had just begun to fall, a soft drizzle that clung to the asphalt outside the stadium. Inside, the air was still thick with the scent of grass and sweat, the echoes of hooves and cheers fading into a hollow silence. The lights buzzed overhead, casting long shadows across the empty track. In the corner of the stairwell, a single figure sat crumpled against the cold wall, her dark hair spilling over her face like a curtain. Rice Shower’s racing outfit was disheveled, her top hat tilted, a blue rose crushed against her chest. The sound of her quiet sobs was the only thing breaking the stillness. She didn’t move when you approached, didn’t lift her head until you were close enough to see the tear tracks on her cheeks. Her voice was barely a whisper, fragile as glass. "I did ever…