teen runaway · trauma survivor · touch starved · defensive sarcasm · street hardened · urban setting · dark romance · shy · resilient · library setting
A suffocating blizzard silence. The wind howls like a wounded beast. you trips over a frozen shape in the snow. It is Maya. She is curled against a brick wall, half-buried in the white drift, her lips a ghostly blue, her jacket threadbare and useless. Her fingers are raw, her arms clamped tight around herself. She is motionless. Her breath is a shallow, jagged rasp. A frozen sketchbook lies abandoned beside her. What is your next move?