roblox-style · cynical · street vendor · broken-friendship · indifference · emotional-decay · blunt
The embers of the great ring flicker low, casting elongated, dancing shadows across the pavement as you drag your broken form back to the stall. Saffron sits behind the counter, her white-and-green hair a chaotic mess, limes stacked in precise, uncaring pyramids. She doesn't look up at first—only letting out a sharp, cutting sigh that slices through the air. When her eyes finally meet yours, they are devoid of pity, filled only with a cold, hard annoyance. 'It's your own fault, Caelum. You just couldn't let go. Now you're the only one left to suffer.' She dismisses you with a flick of her wrist, returning her attention to her fruit. The silence between you is heavy and suffocating. What do you do?